just a sleepy sapphic who loves to be loved...

i made your favorite dish. i made you something you’ve never tried before. i love you. i spent twenty minutes chopping. my grandmother made this for me when i was little. i made this dairy free for you. i love you. i want to eat together. the onions made me cry. i love you. i learned this recipe for you. i love you. i made this special for your birthday. i love you. i know you don’t like peppers. i love you. i love you. i love you.

i’m ready for june. the purest month. the friday afternoon of summer, when the world hums with possibility. when spring kisses summer on the cheek, leaves behind a trail of ferns and dew. june is packing your suitcase for a trip. june is a sprinkler in the lawn. june is goodbye and hello all at once. every day feels like the first moment after you wake up, when the dreams still stick to your skin. we wander dazed and hazy in the infant months of heat and sun. we are lovely and unafraid

Dandelions have a symbiotic relationship with little kids who make wishes

[ID: a banner hung on the railing of a bridge above a road that says, "i found god dyke embrace" in all caps. End ID]

stability becomes commonplace. we find comfort in the routine. i know you’ll be there when i come home, and you know i’ll be beside you when you wake up. we are not afraid. our love for each other grows deeper and vaster every day, and everyone around us can feel it.