Lesbians With Terrible Sleep Schedules. You Agree. Reblog.

lesbians with terrible sleep schedules. you agree. reblog.

recently when im tempted to say 'i'm gonna kill myself' i try to correct it into saying "im gonna walk into the river and become a trout" or some other form of that. this is my new thing

dreaming about the day i'll be soothed to sleep by the feeling of nails tracing gentle, idle motions all along my back. i'll bury my face into their chest and take a deep breath, willing the scent of their chosen body product to completely envelope me in a comfortable haze and overtake my senses. they'd smell like home, of course. of home, happiness, and solace. they'd whisper ever so softly, "go to sleep, love. i'll be here when you wake up." their hands running up and down the skin of my back, occasionally scratching slightly until my breathing has evened out, chest rising and falling in a tranquil cadence. my arms would be wrapped around their waist, loosely holding them against me, skin against skin. the two of us against the world.

men dni, this is about lesbians - op of this post is a minor

we don't even have to have sex just pin me down and kiss me for thirty to forty minutes and i will be in heaven

Sometimes one needs to realize that they are living the miscommunication trope