#wlw concept
Hold my hand loser, we’re going on a picnic and making flower crowns for each other
Imagine one day going home to your wife
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
In the mood to pick flowers with a girl, make flower crowns and sit on a picnic blanket while she lays her head on my lap
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.
Self care is listening to soft music at 2am with a girl in your arms, snuggling into you and tracing a heart on your chest
Mentally, I’m lying in bed on a cold day with a girl in my arms. Neither of us want to leave the warmth, and so we cuddle closer instead.
Imagine a girl sitting between your legs, leaning against you as you run your fingers through her hair, and watch a mindless movie, which ends with you both asleep and cuddled up together
Imagine those moments where you see her sitting on the couch in the living room, staring out the window as light from the late afternoon sun pours in, falling perfectly on her. She looks away from the window and looks at you, which makes the contemplative frown on her brow fade away and a loving smile grace her lips
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.
What’s the point of having a queen-sized bed if I don’t have a Queen to share it with
Imagine experiencing life with them… waking up in each other’s arms, eating breakfast together, buying groceries together, watching the rain start to fall… I can’t wait for all those moments
Mentally, I’m lying in bed on a rainy day with a girl in my arms, listening to the soft pitter patter of the rains drops tapping the window while we cuddle.
I want a girlfriend. I want a butch girlfriend. I want a butch girlfriend that I can hold hands with at the farmer’s market as we plan a date in which we feed each other these strawberries dipped in chocolate. I want a butch girlfriend who will help me pick out another shade of red lipstick at the store because she knows she can kiss it off of me when we get home. I want a butch girlfriend who will slowly walk her fingers up under my skirt as I unbutton her shirt. I want a butch girlfriend who will tell me my hair looks beautiful while thinking about dragging me to our bed by it later that night. I want a butch girlfriend. I want a girlfriend.
I cant be the only one who gets gayer everytime they hear a woman with a raspy voice.
Hiding in a cottage far away in the English countryside after we killed the king at the royal ball.
What if we ran back through the halls of the castle after I snuck you out for the night, returning to your room with hushed whispers and drunken laughter.
The fact that everyone’s slowburn coffee shop wlw fantasy has been put on hold
I remember when she told me that I was brave for going through what I have. I miss that.
Imagine gently holding a person’s face, tilting their face to look at you, and running your thumb over their bottom lip
i want to wake up in her arms, sunlight illuminating our room. and i finally wanna feel the love, the warmth that i’ve been waiting so long to feel, radiate through my entire body
