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cofeeandqueer · 4 years
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I felt her arm sling around my neck, her hand gently sliding off my sweater to stroke my bare shoulder. 
I closed my eyes, leaning into her touch. She smirked. 
"So, when can this come off more often?" She asked, hand brushing my neck. Her other hand had slowly made its way to my waist, lifting the shirt and fingering the waistband of my sweatpants. 
"Mm..." I breathed. It was getting hard to form the words. "It's... my favorite sweater." 
I smiled as she chuckled - turned over to kiss her full on the lips. 
Heart swelling, body heating up all over. 
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northuldrana · 4 years
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Hi - I just wanted to write to you and say that I have been reading your work for a long time now and that I love your writing so much. It's so good and such a joy to read. Is writing a big hobby for you or? Asides from Frozen, where do you get your inspirations from? Thank you so much for sharing your words! - coffeeandqueer
Hi! Thank you for asking and for reading!
Writing is definitely a hobby that I love, I go through periods where I write a lot, then other times where I don’t as much— but I always come back to it in the end. It’s cathartic in a lot of ways, and just plain fun.
As for inspiration? I guess from life really, different experiences that have shaped me into who I am— I add that to my stories a lot, especially into Elsa, she’s always been near and dear to me. I also read a ton, so I get inspired by other fiction, non-fiction, history, science(cosmology), current events, nature, poetry, music, fanfics, movies and even video games. Any and everything really!
For Falling Together in particular, I found myself adding a lot of esoteric concepts about reincarnation, spirituality, energy and crystals mainly because it fit with the Northuldra/Sami culture and Elsa’s powers, but also because I study a lot of that as a hobby, and that stuff really fascinates and inspires me. I also love reading about and trying to understand the human condition— how and why people think and feel certain ways based on their own circumstances, why we are even here at all. So I really wanted to add depth to the characters in that way too. Hope that answered your question! (Btw I love the stuff you write on your blog, followed!)
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cofeeandqueer · 4 years
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And it's your smile that gets me.
The smile that I can't get enough of.
The smile that always has me thinking twice.
The smile that I've always wanted to be my own
everytime I see it.
- coffeeandqueer
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cofeeandqueer · 4 years
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"Your mind," she whispered as her lips brushed against my temple. "It's beautiful."
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cofeeandqueer · 4 years
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You can't count the grains of sand at your feet
nor the shells that dot the shore.
You can't predict which way the wind blows
nor when the waves will kiss your feet.
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cofeeandqueer · 4 years
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The heat of your skin against mine.
Hearts beating wildly into the night.
Your embrace - now my Forever.
- coffeeandqueer
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cofeeandqueer · 4 years
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Everyday
I feel so small in the world
but your intimacy sends me
up into the clouds
your kiss brings me
back down to Earth
once again
- coffeeandqueer
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cofeeandqueer · 4 years
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Everyday, I look at the things I’ve written on my phone, wondering if I should ever delete my letters to her - my entries about her. 
At night, I always think, "I’m ready to let go."
In the morning, I stare at my words on the train one more time and think, “No, not yet.” 
Love seems to renew itself every morning. 
- coffeeandqueer
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cofeeandqueer · 4 years
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My heart watches, helpless.
Her laughter no longer becomes my own - a transfer of power so seamless, so effortless - yet almost inevitable.
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cofeeandqueer · 4 years
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The more she becomes a memory,  the easier she becomes to let go. 
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cofeeandqueer · 4 years
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feelings
There’s so much to talk about. 
There’s so much to talk about, yet the moment I hear your voice, my mind blanks.
My mouth is suddenly dry with no words to say.
My brain is scattered and shy because I’m stuck in this uncomfortable state of not knowing -
Is it okay to like you?
Of course, my feelings are always justified, but aren’t yours too? 
- coffeeandqueer
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cofeeandqueer · 4 years
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I clutched a thought so tightly
In fear that it might die
A kitten's paws on butterfly wings
Afraid that it may fly
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cofeeandqueer · 4 years
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a mood
Quiet nights by the lamplight.  A hug, after a multitude of tears. And all the while, what’s going through your mind is a song that you don’t know the name of
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cofeeandqueer · 4 years
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Because what else were we supposed to do, but to let our hearts speak? To spill and to weep - to let our hearts bleed forever - all at the risk of letting them say what they needed to say.
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cofeeandqueer · 4 years
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I checked my watch again and smiled.
It was as if God had stretched time
to give me a few more moments with you.
- coffeeandqueer
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cofeeandqueer · 4 years
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These are funky times.
But, I just wanted to say that I enjoyed kissing you that one night - sitting on the couch, our hearts beating in sync, our legs intertwined . . .
I had no other care in the world, and for that night, the only person I could really think about was you.
Just wishing that things turned out differently, that things can be different, and that I could say all of this to you at this very moment.
- coffeeandqueer
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