#wlw text post
I want someone who I can romanticize the small, significantly insignificant moments with. grabbing a coffee. washing the dishes. little everyday things that make me fall deeper for them.
are you a nose ring wlw or a wlw who pines after nose ring wlws
sending all my love to wlw in ldrs rn!! you will see her one day <3
i just want some old-fashioned lesbian chivalry, is that too much to ask?
can we like…. kiss… in like a homie manner…? maybe hold hands and call each other pet names in a bro way…?
you know, a big aspect of wlw tumblr is being all soft for women and dream about picking flowers and living in cottages.
but that’s just not true 100% of the time. sometimes wlw want their breaths to get heavy, have their heart rate shoot up, push someone against the wall and make out w them, get straight up horny. that’s okay! be gay!! fuck women!! screw the notion that wlw have to be soft all the time!!
ah, what I’d do to live in a studio ghibli film with the girl of my dreams, spending each day fighting witches or befriending talking cats
WHERE’S MY GF SO I CAN GET MATCHING CAT NECKLACES WITH HER
help I’m stuck in an eternal state of mind where I’m a tough motorcycle gang leader who wears her leather jackets to sleep and has a charismatic and flirty wife, who might be the only one in the world to rock yellow flare pants, and wears my helmet as an accessory
me: ok time to work n-
brain: hey what if? you went on a frog-catching date with another girl. and mud would get all over your boots and she would yell at you with a smile for wanting to kiss the frog you just caught, and you would both fall onto the leaf-ridden ground together, all tired but happy
give me comfortable silences in phone calls, give me the sound of a good morning text, give me a song or two that reminds me of a close one. I yearn even for the smallest, most miniscule acts of love and care for someone.
“i like girls with nose rings” just say you’re wlw and move on
reblog if you would simp for kp
one day i’ll have someone that i can get kicked out of dollar tree with, and that’s what’s keeping me going here
MY GOD do I want to awkwardly intertwine my fingers with hers and slowly close the distance between us
art museum dates are so underrated. I want to take dumb pictures in front of Roman statues and watch her stare in awe of the little ways the sculptor made the stone look as soft as skin. maybe she would pull me over to a painting that reminded her of me and I would get to listen to the way her voice twinkles as she explains her argument, and a glowing smile as I reluctantly agree with her. maybe we could pretend to have a museum heist and almost get kicked out, ending with the both of us in heaps of laughter, falling just a little bit deeper in love. and when I’m asked about which piece of art was my favorite today? darling, you already know the answer.
you see this this is my mf love gun
reserved for wlw w mental illnesses ONLY
you’re not feeling well? *cocks gun* ❤️❤️❤️
not to sound like a t*uched st*rved wlw or anything but it would be pretty cool if you used my lap as a pillow (in a romantic manner)
disabled femme and butch women are SO valid and worthy of love!
Let’s go on long drives listening to our shared playlist that I made the day we met, our hands held together while we laugh and the sun rises in front of us
