Old Enough To Know Better. Too Old To Care.

🏴󠁧󠁢󠁳󠁣󠁴󠁿🇺🇸🏳️‍🌈 50+ | she/her | bi | married | girlfriend | ENM | Finding connections in unexpected places | Please don’t call me mommy

[jeniferprince]

historians say they were friendly neighbors 👀

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[silent-beauty70]

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[arcadiabay]

PAGET BREWSTER as EMILY PRENTISS CRIMINAL MINDS: EVOLUTION — 19x10.

[cur-vy]

[marvelfanlife]

Criminal Minds | 19.10 'Bad Blood'

[mortalscience]

emily & tara drinking together over the years

[geek-ramblings]

[Source]

[ogyearner]

baby,

i believe in past lives.

not just as a concept, but as something my soul knows.

i'm an old soul. i've carried things i can't explain, feelings i can't put into words, memories that don't belong only to this lifetime.

and sometimes i wonder..

have you and i met before?

have our souls already found each other in another life?

have we loved each other before this one?

i like to believe that somewhere, a long time ago, we made a promise to find our way back to each other when the time was right.

because i don't know how else to explain this feeling.

i have looked for you everywhere.

in every person i've met, a part of me was always searching for you.

and every time i couldn't find you, i felt that little sadness of missing someone i haven't even met yet.

sometimes it even felt like i was betraying you by trying to build something with other souls.

i know it sounds impossible to explain.

but it was never a thought i forced myself to have.

it was just a feeling that lived somewhere deep inside me.

like my soul was whispering, "wait."

"she's coming."

and even when i got tired, even when i wondered if i was waiting for someone who didn't exist, that feeling never disappeared.

somewhere inside me, there was always hope.

so tell me, my love..

have you ever felt this too?

have you ever looked at someone and wondered why it wasn't quite right?

have you ever felt like you were searching for someone you couldn't name?

because i wonder if, somewhere in this world, you've been looking for me too.

i'm still here.

i'm waiting for you.

and when we finally find each other, i think i'll know.

because i've been looking for you for a very, very long time.

[frenchvelvetkisses]

i just want us to turn the rest of the world off, with zero expectations and zero pressure. i know how exhausting it is when your brain starts spiraling. when you're lying here overthinking every touch, feeling like there’s a timer ticking down or worrying that you owe me something, a grand finish, just because my hands are on you. pull all of that out of your head and just throw it away. it isn't about reaching some destination or chasing an orgasm. i prefer it when it’s just us, tangled in the dark, taking it as slow as you need. let me handle everything. let me pull you into my lap, press my lips to the hollow of your throat and just feel you breathe. i want to take my time figuring out what makes your hips lift off the bed, whether it’s slow feather light kisses down your ribs, my thumb trailing over your hipbone or firm circles pressed over your core while i hold you against my chest. no rush, no demands, no checking the clock. i just want to kiss the tension straight out of your jaw, whisper sweet things in your ear until you finally stop overthinking and watch your body soften. close your eyes and just let yourself sink into how good it feels to be wanted like this, without any performance attached. if all the safety and warmth finally tricks your brain into letting go and you end up coming undone in my arms, that's beautiful. but if you don't? if we just spend hours warm, slick and intoxicated by each other's skin without you ever coming? that is still absolute perfection. you don't have to prove anything to me baby. just lie back, let me adore every single inch of you and let me take care of your body without expectations.

[frenchvelvetkisses]

i just want us to turn the rest of the world off, with zero expectations and zero pressure. i know how exhausting it is when your brain starts spiraling. when you're lying here overthinking every touch, feeling like there’s a timer ticking down or worrying that you owe me something, a grand finish, just because my hands are on you. pull all of that out of your head and just throw it away. it isn't about reaching some destination or chasing an orgasm. i prefer it when it’s just us, tangled in the dark, taking it as slow as you need. let me handle everything. let me pull you into my lap, press my lips to the hollow of your throat and just feel you breathe. i want to take my time figuring out what makes your hips lift off the bed, whether it’s slow feather light kisses down your ribs, my thumb trailing over your hipbone or firm circles pressed over your core while i hold you against my chest. no rush, no demands, no checking the clock. i just want to kiss the tension straight out of your jaw, whisper sweet things in your ear until you finally stop overthinking and watch your body soften. close your eyes and just let yourself sink into how good it feels to be wanted like this, without any performance attached. if all the safety and warmth finally tricks your brain into letting go and you end up coming undone in my arms, that's beautiful. but if you don't? if we just spend hours warm, slick and intoxicated by each other's skin without you ever coming? that is still absolute perfection. you don't have to prove anything to me baby. just lie back, let me adore every single inch of you and let me take care of your body without expectations.

[dreambelievetoyourselfsblog]

Imagine having extreme sexual chemistry with a Tumblr Mutual and then getting to meet them in person to fuck their brains out 😤

[nerdy-mama]

Hopefully soon, right baby? Who knew tumblr was THE place to meet and fall in love? 🥰

[angellhazel]

i know i’m not the only one who does this, but i genuinely love calling a woman “pretty”, “beautiful”, “gorgeous”, etc rather than saying they’re “hot” or “sexy”. i want her to know my authenticity in my words.

[fragile-things-archive]

the intimacy of sleeping together, but not in a sexual way. the intimacy of feeling the warmth of their body in a cool room. their hands hugging you tightly. the intimacy of synchronized breathing. sleepy half-kisses. feeling safe. feeling warm. waking up and realizing how much you love them. how precious this is. finding the happiness on the tip of your fingers, brushing their hair. closing your eyes again. pulling closer. falling asleep.

[nerdy-mama]

I told her I’m in love with her 🤭🥰🥹🙈💕

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[welton4jones]

Hannah Waddingham for The Guardian, Saturday 18th July 🩷🩵

[aubsolutly]

craving intimacy that’s beyond just sexual