southern pile of garbage

cursed to be a tumblr user forever

I am asking permission to want you.

Bruises on your inner thighs because I kept you spread open when I ate you out

Still a hopeless romantic after all this time. Very insane of me.

Why do I always have to be the understanding one?

hopefully i'll get to do something other than endure soon. that would be really nice

non sexual intimacy!!!! bathing together, washing each other, playing with each other's hair, kissing every inch of their body, writing love letters on their back with your finger, connecting their moles and freckles to create constellations on their skin, running your hands up and down their thighs, ugh just expressing physical love without it having to be about sex!!!!

Keep me all to yourself. I only crave devotion that feels endless.