I want to kiss her.
Not because I want to feel the softness of her fair lips or the warmth of her breath as she exhales against me.
I want to kiss her because I can’t think of any other way to fully express the beauty that she is. I want her to know that I see her as perfect. That she is perfect."
This dress is pretty and buttons up and I can’t wear it because it is fucking winter.
I am done with winter.
I want to wear my dresses.
that’s some fucking cecil baldwin shit right there
Man, thats deep
Is there a point when one of you gets tired of the other and you have like a safe word?