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the intimacy of reading while someone you love sits close to you, reading their own book, being so comfortable with each other that it feels natural, like you’re truly home

nothing turns me on more than someone who sincerely cares about me and who directly communicates their intentions

i’m a slut for vocal men. moans, little whimpers, gasps, growls. i love it and i love the men who do it.

love really is just "i am thinking of you. i will ask you if you are okay. i remember your favorite flavor of tea. i want to talk to you. i hope your mother is well. i will read to you. i like your laugh. this perfume gives you a headache. i want to help you. i will sit next to you. i got you the chocolate you like. your eyes have gold in them. i think you'd like this book. i miss you when you aren't here." isn't it

my experience as a girl has just been “I just wanna be beautiful” for 20+ years it really is the root of all evil

I hate hate HATE that I require so much reassurance like things could be going perfectly fine but there’s always a part of me that believes that all of it is a lie

Grind on my thigh and beg for me to fuck you so I can kiss your forehead and tell you no.

you glow differently when you are loved right and choked occasionally

I love love. I’m always going to be a lover.

sorry for being so alluring and entrancing it’s not my fault

what if i was petting your hair, wrapping my fingers in it, then simply grabbed it to tilt your head back, telling you: “you’re mine. all mine. understood?”