n0xghost

I hate how physical touch as a love language always gets reduced to sex and kissing, it is actually the little things… holding hands for no reason, laying your head on their shoulder, throwing your legs across their lap, tracing their palm with your finger, tucking your cold feet under their thighs. just touching because you crave their closeness, not because you want something more. the pure, soft intimacy hits different.

something so special about someone who takes their time to make you come. not edging you, but showing you patience and eagerness in learning how to unravel you. mumbled sweet words to coax your attention back on them when you're getting into your head about 'taking too long'. if anything they just scoff, maybe getting angry on your behalf for whoever made you feel this way in the past. as if getting to taste and feel and worship you for hours isn't the best thing that ever happened to them. their intention is not to push you over the edge in record time but to get to know you inside out, no matter how long it takes. they rather come untouched in their pants than to stop giving you everything you deserve and more. your pleasure is their pleasure.

Very well said. 👏

Some people don't need dominance. They need consistency. They need someone whose presence doesn't vanish the second things get difficult. Someone who doesn't go quiet when they're struggling. Doesn't pull away when they're overwhelmed. Doesn't make them wonder where they stand every other week. Funny how many people think they want control when what they're really craving is someone who stays.

Morning spooning when you’re both still half asleep, gently reaching for each other, with light little kisses and intertwined fingers.

forever in awe of people who pay attention. people who wait for you while you tie your shoes while the others have walked away. when they continue listening intently while the rest of the group stopped listening. noticing your moments of silence when everyone else hasn’t. “this made me think of you” noticing things you never even noticed about yourself. people who say “text me when you get home safe.” people who make you laugh until you cry. childhood friends who keep in touch. people with genuine intentions. people who are soft when the world has given them every opportunity to turn hard. the “let’s get ice cream” at 3am friend. the turn up the music in the car and sing friend. people whose actions match their words. people who make the world feel less chaotic. kindred spirits. the trustworthy and honest. hard workers. good listeners. clear communicators. people who love you for who you are. people who don’t ask you to be anything other than yourself. people who choose you. people who stay.

he's so prettyyy (i wanna edge him for hours)

Even the smallest amount of hope or the presence of a single kindred soul can outweigh the vastness of the world's hardships...

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