me, without fail, every time i see a drawing of two girls with blonde and black/brown hair: omg it’s us!!! darling look it’s literally us!! ussss i can’t believe they actually drew us irl that’s crazy look love it’s us<3333
my s/o, absolutely done with my bullshit: yes, yes it’s us
okay but what if we went to goodwill on a rainy day and bought old prom dresses then went out and got all muddy and danced in the rain pretending we were in a coming of age movie
how do you casually tell someone “i want nothing more than to hold you in my arms and make sure you know that nothing can hurt you as long as i’m here” without being weird
why must i do school,,, when there is woman??? woman pretty so why need math??? geometry doesn’t make sense,,,, but woman make lots of sense. many cents,, rich. pretty rich woman,,,
i just want them to know that i don’t answer the phone after midnight for anyone. but i wouldn’t hesitate to facetime them until sunrise just to hear their voice and see their smile.
I went to the surf shop yesterday to buy a new wetsuit for warmer weather. A girl who works at the shop helped me out with sizing and everything. This woman was stunning, absolutely gorgeous. I turned into a bumbling mess, tripping over my sentences and everything. After trying on a wetsuit, I showed her so that she could check the fit. She kept complimenting me and stuff. At that point I was having an internal crisis on whether or not she was wlw. I was so flustered the entire time, I have never been so glad to have a mask.
Anyway, we got to talking after I finished fitting on the wetsuits and we were talking about our Uni studies, and we talked about surfing together and stuff. The longer we talk, the more I question whether she’s wlw or not and try work up the courage to ask for her number or ask her out. But then… she mentions her boyfriend…
On a warm evening, let’s sit on the hood of the car and watch the sun set and the stars begin to appear, while the radio plays music softly in the background
Imagine sitting in the car together at the beach while it rains, talking about nothing in particular. Whenever silence falls, you both listen to the soft pitter patter of the rain and the waves breaking on the shore, creating a calm sort of atmosphere.
Tumblr is out here recommending my own blog to me under ‘Top lesbian yearning blogs’. *staring into the distance* have I just reached a new level of lesbian?
