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yearning-enthusiast · 2 years
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“If someone asked me “What are the signs of love?” I would have said without hesitation, It’s the familiarity and the removal of cost, And to find yourself not having to lie, and the embarrassment removed between you two, and see yourself acting in your nature without trying to be something else so she likes you, And that you two keep silent and the silence gets delicious, And that one of you two talk and listening gets delicious.”
— Mustafa Mahmoud
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yearning-enthusiast · 2 years
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this is your reminder that i love you very much <3 -✨
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yearning-enthusiast · 2 years
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i deserve a kiss. perhaps several, even
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yearning-enthusiast · 2 years
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The masculine urge to spoil her bc she exists 
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yearning-enthusiast · 2 years
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i'm so huggable. just mad holdable... also insanely kissable
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yearning-enthusiast · 2 years
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I like the idea of you thinking about me
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yearning-enthusiast · 2 years
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napping together is a date idc
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yearning-enthusiast · 2 years
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the romantic urge to hold their hands and never let go.
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yearning-enthusiast · 2 years
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Being with you is like living in a dream
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yearning-enthusiast · 2 years
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i love you more than the sun, the moon and all the stars, darling 💕
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yearning-enthusiast · 2 years
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“With you, intimacy colors my voice. Even ‘hello’ sounds like ‘come here’.”
— Warsan Shire (via bexrps)
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yearning-enthusiast · 2 years
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wanna be cuddled for like 4 or 5 days
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yearning-enthusiast · 2 years
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My girlfriend is so so wonderful and amazing and talented and beautiful!!
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yearning-enthusiast · 2 years
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You’ve heard of sub-genres, now get ready for love dialects (baby love languages!!)
Singing off key together
Braiding the other’s hair as soon as it grows long enough
Matching their footsteps and wondering how they don’t fall and die / matching their breathing and wondering the same
Putting an extra snack in your lunch for them and giving them the candies you don’t like
Sleeping better in their bed than your own
Letting them know as soon as you see anything even mildly exciting (sunsets, dogs, huge moon)
Making plans years into the future that will probably never happen but the thought is enough to carry you through
Being fascinated by anything that excites them
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yearning-enthusiast · 2 years
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love is so insane, it makes me want to build things. someone i love could say they're tired & wanna sit & my first thought would be "ill learn woodworking so i can build them a chair"
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yearning-enthusiast · 2 years
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someone being patient with u is one of the softest forms of love
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yearning-enthusiast · 2 years
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I can't help the feeling that I get when I think about femmes. When my femme says my name, it feels like the first time anyone ever has. It feels like they're seeing me more closely than I've ever seen myself. Femmes make me soften - they remind me that the world isn't so bad. I don't even have a word to describe the way femmes are, but I think it's best to compare them to those big Summer storms that hold so much power and so much beauty and light and comfort, somehow, a welcoming feeling. Like when a raindrop falls directly on your head and makes you remember the warmth you always carry in your body, how it's always there even when you don't feel it yourself. Femmes feel like deities; their smiles hold everything in the universe but their touches hold something so small, something they only show to you. When my femme smiles it feels like there are a million little flames inside them, all lighting up and dancing. I used to think my butch radar was good, but I could spot a femme from a mile away. The way they take us and draw us in, the way the foundations that they carry, like each strand of their hair, seems to be made of something beautiful and incomprehensible. Each femme is a goddess of something that I'll never understand.
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