#sapphic mood

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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…

So yea, I have a new surfing buddy.

Broken gaydar is my ever end

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.

Every time I listen to this song I imagine dancing with a girl in our apartment and laughing together, neither of us wanting to be anywhere else in that moment

Can’t wait for those days where we can just have a lie in and lay in bed, all cuddled up, a little longer than usual. When we get up we’ll drink our morning tea or coffee and slowly make our way through the morning, just the two of us with a companionable silence in the air. I want to spend those calm days with her, only her, with not a single worry on our minds, and a sort or peace in the atmosphere that comes with truly finding your home.

Receiving love letters with cute drawings and polaroids from her has to be the best damn feeling. I’m so lucky to have her

I want to move into a little house in the woods with her. Disconnect from society. We will be nothing but an urban legend. The lesbian faes that live in the woods that grandparents tell tales of to their little grandchildren who are so intrigued and mystified by the beautiful stories that they never stop asking to hear them and go on to tell their own children and grandchildren. A beautiful story passed down through the generations. We will bake bread and care for the animals and spend our evenings drinking tea by the fire. Run through the woods in beautiful flowy dresses wearing flower crowns and simply enjoying each other’s presence.

Sitting in the jumper she gave you that smells of her? So damn comforting. It smells of home. I miss her so much

She means the world to me. I would give her everything I could. I want nothing more than to hold her and tell her just how loved she is. She deserves it all

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