La noche está como para encender una fogata y tocarte la guitarra… entre otras cosas. Ahhhh no te creas, aunque si quieres no es broma jajaj.
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I feel like I’m falling in love and getting my heart broken at the same time. It’s amazing and I hate it.
Really starting to understand the lesbian LDR appeal.
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If there is a god, he's a cunt for putting her in the other side of the world.
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I live for the affection.
Stroking my hair? Yes. Rubbing my hand with your thumb? Yes please. Side hug around my waist while walking? Omg yes. Washing my hair, cooking for me, calling me nicknames? Yes, yes, yes.
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inside me there are two christina ricci’s
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i want to watch her fuck herself open on camera for me, knowing how bad she's craving my touch, seeing her spiral into wordless need as she presses a toy deep inside, as she locks eyes with me on screen, as I tell her exactly where and how I would touch her if i were there
then, before i let her cum for me, i want to tell her to stop, close her eyes, wait-
until i slip into the room, lean down, and murmur-
"surprise, darling. you did so good for me, i had to come see for myself..."
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never did i EVER think i could be this comfortable with someone. never did i think someone would genuinely be attracted to my body. i have been SO terrified to show certain parts of myself, feeling like there's no way others wouldn't be absolutely disgusted by me. but she makes everything okay. she makes me feel like there is nothing to be scared of. she shows me just how much she truly loves me and my body--just the way she looks at me, like i am the most beautiful thing she's ever seen.. it's enough to make me believe her when she says i am pretty and worth being loved. i never thought i would be able to show myself and trust others and feel okay, but she has proven me wrong.
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Someday I’ll come home from work with a surprise bouquet of sunflowers for my wife and she’ll come home with a surprise bouquet of roses for me, and we’ll laugh at how hopelessly in love we are. Someday I’ll be baking her gingersnaps, scooping out spoonfuls of dough on the baking sheet while she sits on the countertop and licks the spoon. Someday I’ll be folding our clothes because she hates doing laundry, and she’ll wash the dishes because I can’t stand the feeling of dishwater. And someday I’ll kiss her and kiss her and kiss her and kiss her and kiss her.
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lesbian culture is mailing packages with worn shirts for your lover to wear
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watching this scene hits so much harder knowing what happens after i’m dying
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My head is loud, I need you to love me louder
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