to you, always

20, writer, artist. kisses and cuddles connoisseur.

[chillypink]

hello lovelies!

⟢ you can call me Lavender!

⟢ a hopeless, romantic softie by nature

⟢ ask box and dms are open for sweeties only. always message if you need a friend

⟢ my loves include reading romance literature, writing poetry and fiction, creating art, and sitting in the rain. forever in love with life is strange and sherlock.

⟢ avid note-taker, list-maker, sticky-note-user, and daydreamer. professional yearner. would do anything for a stuffie. oxford comma truther. bisexual.

⟢ transphobes, terfs, MAGAs, and xenophobes will be blocked upon interaction

[chillypink]

i'm done with texting. i will meet someone nice and good in a library and after a few meetings together in parks and between bookshelves we will write and send letters back and forth. awaiting responses between postage. dreading Sundays. analyzing their cursive. the old way of yearning

[chillypink]

i live for the slow romance. the chivalrous and the soft.

permission between touches, permission between kisses. questions asked in-between meetings, all folded in the knowledge of the mutual crush. slow and steady. doors held open. gifts given as inside jokes. the curiosity and memorization of every detail that has never before been seen by someone-- being the first ones to care so deep. feeling so wide and expansive and important in their presence. rides offered in the mornings to a mutual destination just to squeeze in more time together. the air between us stifled with anticipation, longing, electricity-- while also soothed by the friendliness, familiarity; the inevitable foreverness of the bond. slowly learning each other in ways no one else has. the knowing and the desire. the quickened heartbeats, then the soft and slow ease of them. safety. sedation and elation. the fated feel-- tied together from seemingly birth. taking it slow, because now that we've met, there's no need to rush. rushing, because forever will never be enough.

[chillypink]

a love that feels like falling asleep on the couch at midnight, and waking up tucked into bed; hair pushed away from your face and blankets nestled up to your shoulders.

a love that feels like slow, saturday mornings-- messy hair, loose t-shirt, and sunlight streaming in the windows-- socked feet padding through the kitchen to be greeted with a hot tea and a kiss.

a love that feels like mario kart racing between popcorn and pepsi, blue tv glow casting across your skin in the middle of a black, before-dawn room. leading to controllers abandoned and clothing on the floor. bodies sprawled halfway across the couch; kisses hot and deep.

a love that feels like safety and nostalgia. like patience and risk. i've known you this entire lifetime without recalling the name for you. and now i know your name. i've loved you and i've waited and you're here. let's stay forever.