#wlw posts

Her alarm goes off, I grumble in my head since I don't have to get up for a while...only then she takes me in her arms and suddenly it's later and I crave all the memories of her holding me I missed while sleeping...

Now accepting applications for the position of girls who wanna sit on my lap while I finish up work. It will be gay.

idk why but like,, i’m craving a date where we bake those shitty Pillsbury halloween cookies and try to replicate my ma’s apple cider recipe. then we make some microwave popcorn and watch trash horror films until 2 am

also ngl i hate that being queer has to be political. that i have to deal with discourse not just from conservatives who want me to conform or die, but also from within my own community. i don’t really give a shit if a person uses outdated terminology for themselves if it makes them feel seen or adequately described. i really don’t care about dysphoria or presentation or kink at pride or any other fucking thing the alphabet mafia argues about on a daily basis. unless something is clearly hurting someone (and not just hurting their feelings— not to half-quote the republicans but your feelings aren’t facts) i could not give less of a shit. keep it out of my face PLEASE.

i have 99 problems but at least 73 of them could be solved by being able to watch a pretty sunset with my girlfriend

I just want a girl to sit on my lap and to rake my fingers through her hair, kiss her neck and just relish in her scent, breathe it in until all I can sense is HER

Idk, the fact that I'm not laying in a girl's lap watching tv while she subconsciously plays with my hair rn seems pretty homophobic if you ask me 👀

If I had a girlfriend I’d simply write her romantic letters and fill the envelopes with pressed flowers like we lived in older times