"Don't call me doll"
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"Don't call me doll"
A post about romantic relationships
so I’ve been in a relationship for 5 years now. And I see a lot of posts about how people think relationships mean having butterflies forever, your heart beating faster when they walk into a room, about cuddling together every night, legs intertwined, that you’d be so happy to live together you’d sleep on a double bed with each other every night.
And its not really like that, at least not to me.
You stop getting the butterflies when you live together. Your heart no longer speeds up when you see them, but instead, everything calms down. When youre in the room with them, you feel calm, and secure. When you cuddle them you feel your heart beat slow, and the sound of their breathing carry you towards comfort. It doesnt feel like a roller coaster anymore, it feels like home.
You don’t sleep curled up with each other every night, legs twisted between theirs so tight its hard to tell where yours begin and theirs end.
Instead, you sleep comfortably, side by side, sometimes facing different directions. But every night, you find yourself scooting backwards on the bed so you bump into them. You snuggle against their arm, or stroke their hair as they fall asleep. There are nights when my boyfriend, in his sleep, reaches around me and pulls me to him, like a child with his teddybear, like I am his comfort.
In the wee hours of the morning before the dawn breaks, when the world is blue and you see through cracked eyes, you curl into their chest and inhale their scent before drifting back to sleep.
Kisses aren’t always romantic and firey anymore. But there are so much more of them now. There are cold kisses when you’re eating ice cream in the summer, and sticky kisses over breakfast pancakes. There’s “im leaving now” kisses, and “one more kiss before you go” kisses. There’s sleepy morning kisses before work, when you don’t remember the alarm going off but instead the press of their lips against yours is what brings you into the day.
There’s kisses before sleep, and, you are so sweet with the things you do kisses. There’s kisses because you treat animals so tenderly, and I’m so glad i’m with you and not someone else kisses. There’s quick kisses in the aisles of the grocery store, when its loud and you gravitate together, when instead of having your own personal space and their own personal space, its both of yours together, and you step into their chest to take up less area together.
You don’t always text each other with confessions of love and care like you used to, because that’s a given now, and you’ve moved on to quirky inside jokes about the life youve built together. You share looks of exasperation and amusement in public, your own little world against the outside one.
Relationships aren’t always a fairy tale. They’re not always fireworks and sparks, at least, after the start.
But they are a quiet rhythm and hum of love and care. It’s not a fire in your soul, but one in your hearth, keeping you warm and comfortable, comforting you as you drowsily drift into sleep.
And I love that.
trends girls hate:
not being able to walk alone at night
not being able to walk alone at any time really
being cat called
dress codes
“not all men”
“feminazi”
literally being murdered for turning men down
cheeky nandos is my favourite meme both because of its seemingly niche indie appeal on a us-centric website and because british lad culture is already so next level absurd in and of itself that there’s no need to subvert it or put a surrealist spin on it like people are howling in laughter at very literal descriptions of what straight british adolescent boys do and sound like
Sailor Moon Episode 25 “Jupiter, the Powerful Girl in Love” (BD)
Yoooo I’ve watched this man be politically correct and respectful on this issue for years he finally snapped and had his fuck this job moment ✊😄
HOLY SHIT
now is the end of days, and I am the reaper
Quiz: Describe your sex life in two words.
Me: My what?
"men dont like that. its such a turn off" good . turn off . where is ur off button . shut up . please stop making noise
by Gemma Correll
Can you imagine being so self centered that you are jealous of lgbt people for being forced to create their own spaces. Can you imagine being this person
A moment of silence for all of the impressionable people who are going to be grossly misinformed about BDSM due to the impending abomination that is the 50 Shades of Grey movie.
Say it with me kids
Christian Grey is not a Dom.
Christian Grey is an abuser.
Christian Grey is an abusive dom.
Pretending BDSM and abuse are mutually exclusive hides the presence of abuse and rape in BDSM communities.
I’m just gonna keep reblogging this okay
“Deah Barakat
Deah Barakat was a 23-year-old dental student from Chapel Hill who wanted to use his education to help the less fortunate.
Yusor Mohammed Abu-Salha
Yusor Mohammed Abu-Salha was a 21-year-old North Carolina State University graduate with a biological sciences degree who planned to enter UNC in the fall. She and Barakat were married in December.
Razan Mohammad Abu-Salha
Razan Mohammad Abu-Salha, 19, of Raleigh, was a first year architecture and environmental design at North Carolina State University and the sister of Yusor Mohammad Abu-Salha.”
Remembering the young students killed in the Chapel Hill shooting