my new belief is that love should make you feel both held and free

love is both the seat belt and the car

does anyone else get mischievous joy out of being nice sometimes? like “Haha, I knew you were going to be hungry so I got you your favorite food so I can surprise you with it being ready when you get here GOT YOU”

#YES!! #its like. it feels like scheming #but love scheming… #the scheme is i want u to be happy (via @calmdownthehawk)

Oh no.... not my bed and my pillows and my blankies..... sure would suck if I.... got snug as a bug in there.... whatever would I do......

part of accepting love for me also requires accepting grief, dissolution. my pets will die, my friends may drift from me, lovers may have a change of heart. none of it makes the love in vain. part of accepting love is accepting movement. but love is mostly letting myself get lost in the moment, i am learning. letting myself be fully alive in the now. i dont always need to think that far ahead all the time. the potential exists now.

i hope you find someone that bites you, but is always gay and weird about it. peace and love on planat arrth

think i just need a forehead kiss and i can be on my merry way

“i know a spot” takes you into my arms under a soft blanket

it is easy to love someone when they are perfect, when they are soft and light, when they are filled with hope and happiness. but loving someone when they are wearing their flaws like an apology, when they are breaking down, when they are carrying their hurt, or their anxiety, or their past within them - that is when it means the most.

sorry for responding to your text that fast. the love in my heart for you is so loud

can i just be lazily laying with someone with their thigh between my legs and i shift a little and then it feels nice and i start grinding. and they put their hand on my hip and gently guide me, they say oohh, there you go baby. and they tease me a bit before they kiss me but then after our lips meet they climb on top of me and we’re trying to pull each other as close as possible.

long slow makeout session maybe for 3 hours idk

i love the dramatic, passionate, kinky sex we have normally, but i also live for the moments where it’s just a random afternoon and we’re laying on the bed talking. kissing here and there with no real commitment. i ruck up her shirt, half joking, but her little inhales when i roll her nipple with my tongue are less of a joke all of a sudden. she gives in so easily. we have stuff to do, so instead of some orchestrated passionate sex, i have a vibe lazily circling her clit while we make eyes at each other, with my roommates puttering in the kitchen outside. quiet music filling the air while we sit quietly, holding hands as your face silently twists in pleasure. she cums, making no noise with her face to the sky and her hand clamped over her mouth. i live for the bright moments, but the quiet in between one’s too.

all i want is a sweet girl riding my thigh while i tell her how pretty she looks </33

just imagine… us sitting in front of the tv. cuddling under the blankets. our legs in a tangled mess while you hold me close. watching probably one of the worst movies, but we don’t care cause at least were together.