i want to wear your hoodies and stay up talking about the universe with you until 3 am and i want to hold your hand and kiss your face and hug you when im sad and have marathons of our favourite shows
I have like 277262 kisses saved up for you
you’re really cute and its ruining my life because i think about kissing you all the time
How weird it is to think I used to not know of your existence. I somehow lived my life without ever knowing you were a person. Once we met though, god I haven’t been able to get you out of my head since. It’s hard to imagine I used to be able to live my life without you consuming my head with thoughts.
She makes me want to pin her against the wall and kiss her until it leads to hot steamy sex. Yet she makes me want to go to a bookstore and drink tea and read while we share subtle looks at each other. Then after that she makes me want to go home and cuddle until we fall asleep. When we can’t sleep at 3am I want to go in the kitchen in our underwear while I wear her big t-shirts, sit on the counter and find junk food while we talk about the universe.
Just because I want to fuck you until we both can’t move does not diminish the fact I want to hold your hand and watch movies and build pillow forts with you and go to the store and buy tampons for you when you’re on your lady week.
u dont check this blog anymore so i can reblog any sex related post without youseeing haha
I really kinda maybe wanna hear you moan.