K A Y L E E

| 24 | Nurse | Gay | 🌈

[honestlyyyy-no]

Pure sweetness.

[sadgirl2003]

stop searching…let it find you

[honestlyyyy-no]

[askpillow]

Reblog if it is alright if I come to your blog and anonymously confess something to you.

[yourvoicemiss]

[honestlyyyy-no]

Any adult fortnite players?! I’m 23 and feel ridiculous for asking this but I need people to play with 🤣🤣

[runawaysbish]

[honestlyyyy-no]

Color is my day long obsession, joy, and torment. -Claude Monet

[honestlyyyy-no]

“You rang?”

[surskip]

gonna cry at this image

[emptinesswithinpoetry]

broken relationships

2:04AM

May 27th, 2020

    Our eyes meet for the first time and it feels like I’ve known you for my entire life.

    One glance turns into endless nights in the front seat of your car, talking about nothing and everything all at once.

    Nights turn into days and suddenly, I can’t get you out of my mind.

    Days turn into weeks and mornings turn into coffee and breakfast with you.

    Weeks turn into months and every-five-minute “i love you’s.”

    Months turn into years and evenings turn into coming home to you.

    Until one day, you’re gone.

    One goodbye turns into sleepless nights in the front seat of my car, crying about nothing and everything all at once.

    Nights turn into days and suddenly, all I want is to get you out of my mind.

    Days turn into weeks and every-five-minute “I miss you’s.”

    Months turn into years and evenings turn into wishing you would come home.

Our eyes meet for the millionth time and it feels like I’ve never met you in my entire life.

[honestlyyyy-no]

Anyone want to be friends and obsess over fictional television characters with me?? Or wlw? Any one?

[moisemorancy-deactivated2022061]

[1uv2hurt]

slow kissing in dim lighting to a nice playlist

[sad-butmostlygay]

Being a lesbian is all about supporting other women and not giving a shit how much body hair your partner has

[lesbianespresso-deactivated2025]

“She was riding the motorbike and I was sitting behind, gently holding her waist. It was a cold morning and I had no gloves. After a few minutes, she stopped at the red light. I startled when I felt how she carefully took my hands and put them in the pockets of her jacket to warm me up.”

— lesbianespresso.tumblr.com

[blueandgray]

My future wife. I want to follow her around with my camera, capturing every curve of her body, every freckle, at every time of the day. I want to take a million pictures together like every perfect tumblr couple and actually BE that in love with one another. I want to bring her breakfast in bed. I want to snuggle up to her after and relax our morning away with laughter and touch and lazy naps. I want to look at her at 11:00pm and suggest ice cream, and the keys are already in her hand. I want to hold her hand and never question whether it’s okay, no matter where we are. I want us to record everything- our love notes, our adventures, our running makeup after a hard day. I want to bring her coffee and a sandwich when she’s having a long day at work. I want to leave her notes on her windshield… and in her glovebox, her makeup bag, her sock drawer, her glasses case… anywhere. Just to make her heart smile. I want us to find so much joy in life outside of one another but still call each other home. I want to not see one another for a few days because we’re both so damn busy with our professional lives- but I want to miss her endlessly while we’re apart. I want to sit with her in a coffee shop in silence, absorbed in our books. I want to be slightly less absorbed than she is so I can still sneak glances at that beautiful, oblivious face. I want us to feel and be secure and safe no matter the distance between us because we trust and believe in our relationship. I want my family to love us together so much that they invite HER family over sometimes, too. I want to spend hours getting to know her family. I want to cook for her. Bake for her. Light the candles for her. I want to be her rock, and I want her to be mine. I want her to make mistakes, because that means she’s human (but don’t try and convince me she isn’t an angel). I want to lay in bed talking about the world until we fall asleep in each other’s arms. I want her to challenge me. I want to spend weekends in the woods and weekdays in pillow forts. I want to hike mountains with this girl. I want to marry her and have children with her. I want to love her so hard I’ll question whether I’m crazy. And after long, hard days- because there undoubtedly will be days like that- I want to look at her and not for a single moment wish I was anywhere else, with anyone else. I want to look at her and choose her every day, in every moment. I want to never, ever stop choosing her.

You’re out there somewhere. And I know I’m the luckiest girl alive just knowing I’ll get to love you forever someday.