love, mary.

“i would nestle close to your warm heart… is there any room there for me, or shall i wander away all homeless and alone?” ― emily dickinson, 1851-1852.

[marygnolia]

mary. 22 years old, she/her, asian, 5’7, and a neurodivergent aroace femme lesbian. 🦢🩰🌷 divider used in every post is respectively made by dollynea here on tumblr.

[passionpeachy]

locket yuri

[lesblackwidow]

butch who says things like “gotta get back home to the mrs,” “the wife’s got special plans for us this weekend” when they talk about their femme at work

[theirbunnyfemme]

thinking about accidentally smearing a lipstick on my butch’s cheek after hugging them and asking them to come close so i can smudge the stain off their face, only to start kissing them over and over again until they look at me with their half lidded eyes and drunken smile

[paininmyhead]

finished version of this sketch

[dykedrpepper]

sure being straight sounds okay but have you ever tried saying yes ma’am to a femme

[dykonicdiva]

“i asked ai” well i asked a femme lesbian because they know all the secrets of the universe and are never wrong

[lqhr]

i love it when a femme holds my bicep instead of my hand while walking together it feels like the world is at my hands

[sheepdog-dyke]

will you let me go so slow with you? let me kiss your stomach, let me settle between your thighs and admire you? will you be patient when I pet you so gently, spread you open for me, even when you need my fingers so badly? can I take you apart with my tongue first? can I savor you? will you tell me exactly how good it feels when I finally need to fill you up?

[lavender-cymbidium]

femme lifting up her shirt to present her tits to you. back arched, chest pushed forward, eyes wide and pleading. pressing soft warm flesh up against you in the hopes of enticing you to grab a handful. impatient, needy femme bouncing slightly to draw your gaze down, desperate for you to squeeze with rough fingers or suck a nipple into your mouth. whining and begging and pleading for your touch and attention, for you to take her apart with your mouth and hands. her cunt’s already slick with longing from all the begging, all her shyness long-since forgotten. just touch her. please touch her. just think of all the little sounds she’ll make for you when you finally begin to tease her in earnest.

[futurecrazycatlady]

All I want in life is a masters degree and a nerdy butch with pretty eyes

[junkdyke]

do you like fat butches?

do i like sunshine and puppies and the smell of freshly baked cookies

[maybalwayswatching]

Lesbians only want one thing and it’s to be the princess to a handsome knight

[marygnolia]

Every once in a while, this princess finds herself comfortably laid back against her own mattress, imagining my sweet butch and I running across the field after spending the morning sitting down under a willow tree a few miles away from the town.

Running through the swaying grass felt like a daring escape from my lover’s mock displeasure after running the tip of the leaf against their nose quite a few times just to get their attention. I gathered my skirt close to my chest, freeing my legs to move faster so I could run unhindered, my heart racing with a mix of adrenaline and pure joy. Even as I sprinted, I could sense them trailing behind on purpose, our shared laughter matching the gentle sound of the ocean echoing from the distance.

Our shared afternoons can also be quiet and beautifully mundane, with a glass of lemonade in my butch’s hand as they lean an elbow against the balcony railing while I read The Great Gatsby against the softest cushions of a vintage couch. Despite sitting so far from each other, the silence between our presence feels alive with nothing but the soft chime of the cube ice in their glass and my own deep, contented sighs in every paragraph I have read.

Sooner or later, the words on the page started to fade away as I felt my butch dragging their lips across my inner thighs.

“No, no.. It’s alright. Keep on reading, princess. Don’t let me distract you.”

The narrative lost its grip on me as their clever tongue began rewriting my senses, turning my skin into a map of feeling no prose could ever capture. As my breath hitched, the plot dissolved entirely, and the book slipped from my loosening grasp to settle down on the floor like a fallen leaf. My hands found a new language in their hair, my hips now following a rhythm of its own.

When I am done, my sweet butch will not pull away and stay close, pressing soft kisses to my forehead while I ruffle their messy hair. With their big and gentle hands, they will fix my skirt, place a coat to keep me warm and bring a glass of water to my lips; treating me with kindness that is usually reserved for queens. We will spend the rest of the evening whispering sweet words to each other as I nuzzle myself closer to their arms while they make sure I feel safe, cherished, and completely adored.

[abutchrambling]

@ butchmonologues on instagram

[femmelady]

[something1canfemme]

Butches that let you baby them when no one else is looking. Butches who are silent & stoic on the outside but when it’s just you two, they’re like a big cuddly teddy bear. Butches who lay their head in your lap & let you pet their hair & remind them of all their wonderful qualities. Butches who hug you around the waist & bury their head in your stomach & fall asleep there. Butches who need back rubs & tender kisses & gentle face massages. Butches who stay in bed & catch up on their sleep sometimes while I tiptoe around, careful not to wake them. Butches with prescriptions for me to pick up & dogs for me to walk & a few chores they need help with around their house. Butches who want to go out but don’t want to have to plan it. Butches who hold my hand in a crowd & keep me safe. Who hold me in their arms at night & let me hold their face in return, cupping their cheeks so gently in both my palms & turning them every way just to admire them in a softer light. Butches who have to keep it so together all the time, who never falter in front of anyone, who always have a shoulder for everyone else to lean on in times of trouble. I want to be their strong shoulder, their warm hug, their constant comfort. I want to give to a giver.