#sapphic pining
date idea: literally take a nap with me. cuddle up in mountains of blankets and fall asleep to the sound of each other’s breathing
fuck sex, you ever stare longingly into a girls eyes with an underlying romantic tension between the both you? that’s the real shit
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
there was a moment when i looked over at her while she was talking,, and i just felt,, really really bright
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.
OH MY GOD. MINECRAFT. DATES. YES BUILD A LIL HOUSE WITH ME AND WE CAN GO PICK FLOWERS AND MAKE A CAKE TO PUT IN OUR HOUSE AND WE COULD SIT ON OUR MINECRAFT ROOF AND WATCH THE SUNSET OR GO EXPLORE THE OCEAN OR RAID A VILLAGE OR BURN DOWN A WOODLAND MANSION JUST FOR FUNSIES LIKE OH MY GOD WITH LOCKDOWN HAPPENING AGAIN IN MY TOWN P L E A S E GO ON A MINECRAFT DATE WITH ME
if only my “dancing in my kitchen with a pretty girl but it’s 1967” playlist could be played while actually dancing with a pretty girl in my kitchen
what if we,,, had a minecraft world together,, and built a pretty house in a flower forest,, and had a beehive and cats,, and we had a beautiful farm so we didn’t have to kill any of the animals,, and we put our minecraft beds next to each other,,, jk jk,, unless
not a single piece of poetry
can ever express the ache within my heart-
tongue tied
you are my escape
my saviour from this nonsense world
i see your face
i forget about the pain
i hear your laugh
i forget about my fear
i feel your touch
i forget about my unaccepting mother
i don’t know who you are
your name is engraved on my heart,
and the ghost of your touch lingers on my arm
yet i don’t know who you are
my sol, i have only seen you rising
what are you like setting?
i have only seen you out in the open
what do you look like, coyly hiding behind the moon?
grace me with your beauty
paint my waters with your red
-i want to see you, raw, unrefined, like mother nature intended
“happy valentines day,”
i whisper to no one but the moon
the clock strikes midnight, and i’m left awake;
awake with the silence of the night,
and the deafening sound of my thoughts
of course, you’re on my mind at this hour; when are you not?
you are like honeysuckle, mounting the walls of my heart
the walls that were built to protect, but you somehow
find the cracks and seep through
you wrap thick vines around my heart, planting a seed of
your sweet, sweet destruction
and let the white flowers blossom
you think i would stop you, but no;
the sweet taste is addictive
i knew you were never attainable,
so i love you from afar
the idea of you so beautiful,
i refuse to seek the true reality
wonder is a synonym for beauty
we fall for things we do not understand
for the excitement of not knowing intoxicates our souls
the thrill of risking everything for the unknown is romantic
strip something of its essence, and replace it with fact and figure,
the appeal is no longer existent; the thrill cease to be
el sol glows as a gentle jewel hanging from my window
up close, she wields enchanting flames of destruction
