#initmacy

long hugs, melting into each other

comparing hand sizes

burying face in their stomach when laying down

several kisses in quick succession

hugs from behind

huddling up on a cold day

rolling in bed until they are slotted together

tickling

nose / cheek / forehead kisses

stealing their hat and putting it on

forehead to forehead

smothering them with their own body

carrying them around their apartment

head resting on their shoulder

climbing in their lap

checking them out when they change even after years together

holding hands in a stressful moment

slapping their ass in passing

tucking their hair back

casual brushes while passing them

massages

kissing the palm on their hand and then nuzzling into it

playing with the other's fingers

lifting them and setting them on the counter to have better kiss reachability

burying face in the crook of their neck

playing with their hair

spooning

removing their make up and hair products for them after a hard day

jumping in their arms upon reunion

The door opened, and inside there was a wood table with chairs. Jesus walked in, sat down, and then turned to look at me from the other side of the doorway. With such tenderness He said, “Come and dine with Me. I long for you to come and dine with Me.”

I woke up, and it hit me: there’s nothing Jesus wants more from us than for us to set everything aside and simply be with Him—to choose Him. He yearns for our company, our friendship, our intimacy more than anything else.

Jesus inviting us to dine with Him echoes Revelation 3:20: “Behold, I stand at the door and knock… if anyone hears My voice and opens the door, I will come in to him and dine with him, and he with Me.”

The table in His presence mirrors Psalm 23:5 and Luke 22:14–15, where Jesus says, “I earnestly desired to eat this meal with you.”

I grew up in a household where hugs and kisses were normal and whenever I was sad I could lay in my mothers lap and she’d massage my head.

Of course there’s nothing romantic about it to me.. that would be weird asf!

However, I keep being told that liking physical contact or looking for a qpr whose chest is my pillow is romantic. I assure you it is not.

I’m also ace and I don’t mind people touching my chest or butt. (I didn’t grow up having those areas touched, but it just seems like a normal thing, yk?) how are chests sexual?? How are butts sexual??