Girl Dates

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You’ve never quite liked early spring, the combination of rain and wind proving nothing but unpleasant, but this morning felt different. Waking up in the nest of blankets that you two fell asleep in was remarkably contrasting to the rest of the season. In long socks and warm sweaters, you follow her to the kitchen on tiptoes to avoid the cold of the floor, her sweater rising just enough to show her hips as she stretches to grab the mugs on the top of the shelf. Once she’s poured you each a cup of coffee with just-a-little-too-much sugar you both return to her room, sitting near the bay window to watch the raindrops roll down, sipping coffee with one hand and holding hers with the other. You’ve never quite liked early spring, but you think you may love her.

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Milkshakes

It’s noon, and the two of you have been laying around in her room for the majority of the morning, the sun heating the world outside to eighty degrees. She’s sitting at her bed, braiding her hair, and trying to convince you to get up and go outside. After a few minutes of convincing and promises that you don’t expect to be kept you get up and get dressed, borrowing her clothes and realizing you should probably keep some at her place. You walk downtown, hand in hand, sandals clacking on the pavement and sunglasses on heads. A new flower stand is up;  she insists that you take fifteen minutes to smell every-single-one and buys daisies before you leave. Pastel blues and pinks tell you that you’ve reached the beachfront milkshake place where you first met, and you insist on going inside. She orders vanilla and you decide on the same, getting extra sprinkles and whipped cream for both of you. As you step onto the beach, she kisses you, tasting of sugar and happiness. You should do this more often. 

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Summer posts

Hi! I’ve been inactive for a while because of mental health issues and a lot of other problems in my life, but I will be posting summer-themed headcanons until mid-september!

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Lipstick

It’s Saturday morning and the air outside is chilly but the sun still shines in the sky. She sits in your bedroom with her pajamas on, huddled under a blanket to keep warm. She calls you over, pulling you out of bed, she searches through your drawer and finds bright pink lipstick and carefully paints her lips. She finds a purple for you, and you let her because her smile is intoxicating. She kisses you then, smudging the colors together until they create a new beautiful shade. She kisses you on the cheek, leaving a stain that you don’t want to wash off- maybe you won’t-

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Picnic

It’s three in the afternoon and sixty-five degrees, the sun is partly shaded by fluffy white clouds. You both wear dresses and messy buns, her eyelashes long and dark contrasting with her chamomile coloured hair. She smells like daisies and warmth. 

She carries a picnic basket with her, and a fuzzy white blanket, you both lay it down under a tree lush with cherry blossoms, and a few cascade gently onto her face. She gets out two copies of the same book, the one you’ve both been reading, as well as her owl-rimmed glasses that you know she’s secretly self conscious of. She places her head on your lap, and you read until four, when she pulls cupcakes and pink lemonade out of the basket. You share bubbly kisses and laughs until you see the sun start to go down. Walking home takes much longer than you know it should, but you don’t mind.