soft lesbian things

the first signs of flirting with her; when she laughs so hard that she leans against you and lets her head fall to your shoulder, your shoulders and thighs touching while you sit close to each other, subtly moving closer to her as you chat and her doing the same, the butterflies in your stomach when she talks.

hello! this blog has been super inactive lately but the fact that people still message here makes me want to start up again! also the fact that i have a crush that is taking over my mind ahhh so hopefully i will start posting again soon? hope yall are gay and good

When you kiss her hands because you adore them. You and her are in art class, painting. You see through the big windows that the first snow is sprinkling down. It’s the last day of November. When school is over you walk her home through the gently falling snow. She gets snowflakes on her eyelashes.

When we wake up somehow at the same time in the middle of the night almost every night we're together. Sleepy cuddling that turns to make out sessions, finally digressing into long conversations about nothing and everything as we rub slowly over the skin of each other's backs, stomachs, arms, all in the pitch blackness of my bedroom so that the atmosphere can hold the weight of our emotions in the heavy air. The way her smell imprints itself into my shirt and bedding long after she leaves.

looking at the tiny lanterns and glow in the dark stars on your ceiling as we fall asleep in your bed, kissing in a glass staircase while the sun sets, skipping class to lie in the grass together while the sun beats down on us, feeling a soft pink glow as i tell you i love you.

soft freckles dotted across her cheeks, holding her hand for the first time and never wanting to let go, staying up late to talk to her longer, holding her close to comfort her when she's having a bad night