Falling in love and then choosing to love them for every day after >>>>

Lesbians will say the most poetic and romantic shit to their girl friends completely platonically and then have no idea how to actually flirt with girls.

The sapphic desire to visit the island of Lesbos and walk on the same ground that Sappho did

currently thinking about having a pretty girl in my lap while she grinds on me and kisses her lipstick onto the side of my neck

if i get neck kisses i think ill just blow up spontaneously. its like a weak spot. neck kisses?? immediately flustered and horny. no clue why.

give me neck kisses please…

sapphics be like…. i want a her/she’s kiss…….

My best friend just got a dom farmer gf.

I'm so happy for their crop top.

video game date where you show me your favorite ones and i obsessively learn how to play them in my free time so we can play them together

A poem about the diverse beauty of woman. Ahem.

Girl cock is good, girl cock is great, I like girl cock all in my face.

UwU

oh to be a farmer in a small town wooing the local artist girl with a piece of goat cheese twice a week and getting a hand-carved sculpture symbolizing her affection for me in return

When she braids your hair for you before you sleep 💕💕💕

In the mood to tilt her face up by her chin to look at me and run my thumb over her bottom lip before kissing her until she can’t think a single coherent thought.

not horny, something worse, i’m yearning

i want a partner so bad, i wanna wake up excited to talk to them, excited to see them and hear about their day or what they have planned for their day. I wanna go on cute dates and wear either matching outfits or polar opposite outfits. I wanna introduce them to my friends, i want them to get along and my friends be happy i finally found someone i’m comfortable with. I want to unmask around them and have them understand me and my autism. i wanna kiss their stupid face and smile a lot and think about marriage and buy them silly things that remind me of them.

also yeah i want them to rail me but that’s not the most important part

Born to live in a little cottage on an island writing poems about and painting pictures of pretty girls, forced to live in a capitalistic society

something about taking a cozy bath with a girl rn sounds so good.

warm water, those colorful bath bombs that fizz up like soda on a hot day, flickering candles in the dark, lavender bath oil, mitski playing on low in the background and of course the most important part: her body nestled in the crooks of mine, my back pressing into her front as we just sit and let time pass

Whoever came up with giving flowers to someone was genius. Like hell yes, I DO want to give this flower to the one that pops up in my mind whenever I see this beautiful creation of nothing but the world herself.