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Shout out to cozy queer boys, lesbians who smell like warm spices and vanilla, butches who love candles, intersex people who love fluffy blankets, boygirls who love the color brown, enbys who love pumpkins, mascs who love hiking and watching the leaves fall, femmes who drink pumpkin spice lattes, trans boys who live in comfy sweaters, farmer’s market girlies, trans femmes who love to bake, she/theys that love tea, and he/theys who love to read.
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nb-loves-everyone · 1 year
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Pretty
You’re so pretty.
I don’t know if anyone’s ever told you that. I don’t know if you like that word.
But you are.
You are pretty.
I can’t explain why. Because I don’t know why.
Maybe it’s your eyes, the way they smile, even when your mouth isn’t.
Maybe it’s your kindness, and how you never come off as harsh.
Maybe it’s your voice, how it sounds familiar, yet uniquely yours.
Maybe it’s just you. Maybe I just really really like you.
I wish I could talk to you.
I wish I could find the words.
“I like you.”
“I think you’re cool.”
“I would love to hang out some time.”
“Would it be weird if I said that I want to go out with you?”
But I can’t.
I’m nervous.
Scared.
What if you’re not into me?
What if you don’t like who I am?
What if you’re not who I thought you were?
I don’t want this to be ruined because I’m different.
I can’t help it.
I want to get to know you.
I want you in my life.
But I don’t know how to handle rejection.
I haven’t done this before.
Maybe I’m just overwhelmed because
“I think you’re very pretty.”
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princeketamine · 2 years
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I hope my soulmate is out there thinking of me too. I hope that they look at the same moon and stars and ponder what life will be like when we finally meet
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ryskyourheart · 1 year
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When feeling loved is about more than waiting for someone to come along and pick you up,
But about being able to pick yourself up too, dust off the pain, and keeping working for you,
It feels like it's all for nothing.
I don't know if I can ever love me, so I think that means I can never truly be loved. Or at least I'll never truly be ready for it, as much as I feel like I want it.
Maybe someone still wants to fix someone broken, but nobody deserves to have to do that.
You say 'i can fix them' but honey, that's never been your job. Let yourself be happy and live a life full of joy and laughter and wonder.
They can fix themselves. Maybe.
And if they can't, then it will be okay, because not everyone needs to be fixed.
It hurts so bad, but I will try to heal. I don't think I'm someone who can be fixed, but that's just because my breaks are more like little cracks and chips.
I am full of the small imperfections that you ignore; the nick in the spoon from getting stuck in the disposal, the crack in the bowl from where it fell not far enough to break, the piece missing from the outside of the cup that is too thick to affect the quality.
Some of these things show my resilience, but some of them are just the straws building up until they finally break the back of my camel.
I don't always know what each of them are, but I know I live in fear of the day that the crack gives way, and the slow leak you can wipe away becomes a spill, a drain, and you have to throw the whole thing away.
Maybe I need some kintsugi, but maybe the glaze is cracked and I'm already gone, I just don't know it yet.
I'm just a bleeding cup, a day-old rice container, soup that's sat out all night and gained a skin. It's already ruined. It can't be saved.
I can't be saved.
I can't be loved.
Especially by me.
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peachypar1ah · 2 years
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I may be snuggling up to bed by myself and clutching their hoodie…but my mind can only think of them and how much i love them and can’t wait to see them again.
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icandoboth · 11 months
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want someone to hold me back against their chest and rub my clit until it's so sensitive im crying and ive cum so many times all I can do is lean my head against their shoulder and whimper.
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master-xochimilli · 27 days
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Sex is nice and all but I also just love cuddling my love under blankets. Surrounded by our plushies, the smell of the apple pie we made still lingering in the air as I nuzzle my face into his soft fluffy hair while we watch some movie he just adores, kissing their cheek softly and mumbling a sleepy I love you, sweetheart, as I hold them in closer~
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thinking about the holy grail of them on top of me and inside me and looking me in the eye with their hand on my throat. not choking; not pressing. just the warmth and the connection of their palm on the place where my voice lives. the feeling like they are taking me and giving themself to me at the same time.
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bloodofabrokenheart · 5 months
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i just wanna moan in her early loudly as she grips my hair and fucks me into the mattress :3 and hear my mommy pant and moan loudly in my ear too <3
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virentire · 7 months
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[ID: a thin straight divider the color of a pale yellow. this is followed by three versions of the same pride flag, which has five horizontal stripes of: Black, very dark purple, dark red-purple, burnt orange, and pale orange. the first and last version of the flag are the same, the one in the center has an eclipsed yellow sun with an orange circle in front of it. this is followed by the straight pale yellow divider again /end ID]
✧ enbian flag
a remake of the enbian flag. enbian is defined as a non-binary loving non-binary attraction
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I’m so gay for petnames!!!! Call me angel, call me sweetheart, call me lover, darling, baby, princess, and anything made up and personal
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nb-loves-everyone · 1 year
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You ever see someone so pretty, you want to bang your head against the wall and sob openly?
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sistrly · 8 months
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🧡 、 BUTCH APPRECiATiON FLAG ── A flag celebrating all butches & their contributions to the lgbtq+ community 。
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ryskyourheart · 2 years
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The pain I feel in my body is nothing when compared to the pain of longing for you. I ache for your love. I cry out for your touch. I miss you every minute you are not with me.
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achillean-yearning · 2 months
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Jane Austen wrote “But people themselves alter so much, that there is something new to be observed in them forever.” and my mind went to you and how I would love to get to know you for the rest of my life..
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frostycigarettesmoke · 2 months
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Nb4nb flag !
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