the cosmos inside my head

silly little blog for my thoughts, musings and contemplations | main: soft-cuddles

[bobaplease]

Greater Des Moines Botanical Garden

[crippled-peeper]

you can’t save the world but you can save some bugs which is pretty cool and also important

[seraphim-eternal]

love one another, as I have loved you

[petitworld]

Broadway, Costwolds, England by Bob Radlinski

[petitworld]

by Jane Lord

[unusual-suspects]

[queer-ink-pen]

She tastes like chocolate

And I've just finished my coffee

Her lips are warm and soft, unhurried like our gentle morning

There was never a better pairing

[ryan-sometimes]

My favorite part about being sapphic is when the things I love about other women become things I love about myself. One day I was tracing another woman’s stretch marks in a dim bedroom light. And then, seemingly by accident, I was doing it to myself in my bathroom mirror. I loved the feeling of a full hand of flesh when I grabbed a woman’s hips, and then mine didn’t need to be so skinny anymore. I looked at a woman’s lower stomach pudge and thought it was so soft and cute, then never wanted a flat stomach again. Loving women can be so healing when you come from a world that doesn’t.

[queer-ink-pen]

it's so loud inside my head, but she is so lovely

[boschintegral-photo]

Magnolia Tree In The Park

[etherealyearning]

Oxford University

[moderndaymystic]

there’s nothing more romantic than someone choosing to learn you. flipping the pages in your soul delicately and digesting your chapters with an open mind no matter how difficult or uncomfortable some of your moments read, treating each bookmark with no judgment, but pure love.

[queer-ink-pen]

it's not unexpected when it comes,

in our own clandestine ocean

of esoteric togetherness,

the wave crashes,

pulls me under,

swallows me whole,

I'm sinking,

floating,

gulping air all at once

it feels like agony

and tastes

like salvation.

she's there, soft, solid,

tender.

the whole world fractures

inside my chest.

then she says, you're mine

and

I've never been

anything else.

[two-bees-poetry]

so soft it hurts

[queer-ink-pen]

She is

a ripe mango dripping down my chin

giving in beneath my teeth

melting under my hands, soft

like the first most decadent bite

during a scorching summer

when the sun burns your skin

and blinds you momentarily

while tall grass swishes

in front of your window

and you eat with fervour

with abandon

as if you don't know when

she'll deign to allow you another

bite.

[fehck]

[dirtydrill]

women are genuinely the greatest thing ever created, you’d be crazy not to adore them with your whole being