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as strange as the sentiment sounds — i want bathroom intimacy. dig around in the drawers for your hair gel while i try to find my nail file. brush your teeth as i lie back in the bath. wash my hair and shower the conditioner from my shoulders, and let me do the same for you. come out of the bathroom smelling like your pine wood aftershave and my cherry blossom body wash. merge into me, combine your life with mine in every room of our house.

sorry for the inactivity here; i’ve had a very rough last few months, both relationship wise and not, and haven’t really felt very stable, let alone romantic. that said, i do want to try and come back, because i genuinely love this blog and i love love even if it’s not in the cards for me right now. so i’ll make more of an effort to be here, i think. i hope you’re having a good day! i love you :)

i know i haven’t been very active here recently but i do want it to be known that i check this blog every day and, especially with one of my posts gaining a lot of notes recently, i want to say i always love seeing you all talk about your beloveds in the tags. whether it’s romantic, queerplatonic, platonic, selfship, anything - i love you all, thank you for being here, thank you for liking my posts, and i hope you and your loves are having a wonderful day <3

currently thinking about hands - in regards to both mine and a lover’s. absentmindedly playing with their fingers. gently pressing my lips to their finger pads. running my hands up their chest and watching their skin shiver beneath my touch. carding my fingers through their hair and feeling their scalp under my nails. my fingers wrapping around their wrists as i pin their arms and watch them look up at me and flush. the intimacy of hands, of touching someone in a way only known to the two of you.

i want to be there for you when you’re at your lowest. i want to hold you in my arms, run my fingers through the softness of your hair, kiss the tears from your cheeks. i want to tell you, in a voice barely above a whisper, that it will be okay, my love. there is nothing in this world that will drive me away from you. there is nothing in this world that we cannot work out. there is nothing in this world that you will ever have to face alone.

need a lover who’ll understand when I’m tired to talk. need a lover who’ll put away my shoes and kiss my neck after a long day, who’ll work the tension from my shoulders and let me curl up against them, who’ll run fingers through my hair as i lay out cold against their chest. need a lover who’ll let me rest

how badly i want to curl up onto a lover’s chest and sleep, my hands bunched in their shirt and their fingers in my hair, the tv a low hum beside us, the light fading into darkness as we both drift off

god. i just need to be in the kitchen with a butch singing to chappell roan

after a long day, there is nothing i want more than my head resting gently on your chest, your hands stroking softly though my hair, and the steady sound of your heartbeat underneath me, a comforting reminder of your presence and your love for me

i want the small things. i want to tuck a lock of your hair behind your ear. i want our hips to bump against each other as we move around in the kitchen. i want to order a new drink for you at a bar and hold the glass for you while you take a sip. i want to see you at 8am in an oversized shirt and messy hair. i want to throw popcorn into the air and laugh as you try to catch it in your mouth. i want to button your shirt for you. i want to brush a stray eyelash from your cheek. i want to pull the covers back over you when they slip away in the middle of the night. i want all of these little things, all of these tiny moments of intimacy, all of these small ways of being a part of your life. i want to show you these gestures of my love.

currently thinking about just… resting with someone. touching your foreheads together softly, hands linked between you, laying in comfortable silence. just being with someone, breathing synced, as the world is silent and the sky is dark and everything is calm.

i want so badly to go on dates. to hold someone’s hand and experience the world. bowling alleys, arcades, aquariums, parks, museums, movies, theatres, cafés, shops, markets. to laugh and eat and love and leave our mark on every place we go. to make memories within the small wonders of the world.

one thing i crave almost constantly is that wonderful brand of sleepy kisses. fumbling for each other in the dark, legs linked under the covers, the sound of soft breathing hanging between you. feeling them smile against you even when you can’t see it, pressing your lips to them gently as they lean into your touch. that blissful moment where you can barely think straight, where the world is no bigger than the room you’re in, and everything is warm and fuzzy with them next to you and all you feel is love.

WHEN am i gonna get to be the femme “hang on i have to plan out my outfit and perfect my lip gloss, give me an hour” to a butch’s “i’m ready to go whenever you are, my love”