Loving You

Endlessly in love

[191195-deactivated20240210]

oh to make pasta from scratch with the love of your life and then eat it and then kiss and then sleep

[untilghosts-deactivated20211029]

yes it is true. i, unfortunately am diagnosed with lovey dovey bitch syndrome 

[classicallyfreshh]

My idea of flirting is making fun of each other until one of us loses and says something nice

[lesbiandomesticity]

you’re sitting across from me in a shitty diner in anywhere, america, and i watch you pour too much creamer in your coffee and i think “i love you.” you look up, catching me staring, and for a moment i think i’m brave enough to say it, but i take too long and the moment passes. i take the balled up straw wraper and flick it at you, pretending that was my plan all along. you laugh. i never want to go another day without hearing that laugh. i think i will have all the time in the world to say it.

[pinkdolphin12]

op are you okay

[lesbiandomesticity]

yes im married to her now

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[dearestvita-deactivated20221122]

Virginia Woolf to Vita Sackville-West, 22 August 1927

[foreheadtouch]

[fallen-in-love-suggestion]

I wanna sit on your lap and kiss you until we’re out of breath

[sofonisbaanguissola]

“She took my face in both her hands and kissed my mouth. I blushed from head to toe. She stood back and grinned at my color, proud of her work. “I’ll make you dinner at my house next Saturday night if you want,” she offered. “You’re on,” I said, still blushing. She scribbled her phone number down on a cocktail napkin. “Call me,” she shouted over her shoulder. “You can bet on it,” I answered. I was still blushing. You would have thought I’d won the Kentucky Derby the way everybody came over to congratulate me. I felt like a million bucks. I just wondered if I’d ever stop blushing”

— Leslie Feinberg, Stone Butch Blues

[flustered-suggestion]

Home doesn’t feel like home without you here. Home is when you hold me close and I bury my face in your neck. Home is when I roll over in the middle of the night and you, barely awake, move to put your arm around me again

[flustered-suggestion]

Home doesn’t feel like home without you here. Home is when you hold me close and I bury my face in your neck. Home is when I roll over in the middle of the night and you, barely awake, move to put your arm around me again

[racialized]

couldn’t stop thinking about that one franz kafka quote about hiding your face in your lovers embrace and them doing the same because the world doesn’t need to see you anyways need me a freak like that

[endless-suggestion]

You are powerful, awe-inspiring, effortlessly commanding respect and admiration

And at the end of the day, you are bundled up in my sweatshirt under the covers, blinking your sleepy eyes at me and reaching out half-asleep to wrap me in your arms

[endless-suggestion]

Being with you reminds me what’s important to me

[endless-suggestion]

Lie on my lap and let me play with your hair 

[endless-suggestion]

All the dumb things I say trying to get you to laugh, and how often it works

[endless-suggestion]

Everything unusual, exciting, everything I see that makes me happy, my first thought is to share it with you