The romanticism of undressing someone and seeing their curves and edges and birthmarks and scars and moles and freckles and kissing every single one of them like you’re thanking their body for existing, for choosing to be seen by you.

let go of what dims your light

My favorite love language is trying. like when people try to learn your hobbies or try to play the same sports that you play to get closer to you, people who try to love you the way you love people, people who will go to places you want to visit just for your sake, people remembering, putting in an effort. just. trying.

Date idea: just you, me, and a cozy nap together.

not to be horny or anything but i’d listen to your problems and run my fingers through your hair.