the intimacy of knowing what someone's hands feel like
Yeah hand holding is cute but how about I grab your shirt instead
it's so fucked up that you could just eat a micro sd card
There is something undeniably romantic about touching someone. Your fingers brushing against their bare skin, the pulse of heartbeat beating in tune to yours, the muted warm of life in them, pressed up against you. For a moment, for the slightest of split-seconds, your souls are perfectly in sync
I’m other news, I just accidentally touched my crush’s hand and I immediately started blushing and stammering
💗💗💗🫂
I made a free Valentine's Day card you can print and fold to give to a loved one!!!🐈♥️💌
(link here!)
“hey what’s the vibe for the fall?” great question!!
it’s actually this image for the 18th year in a row
@/gloomygast on pinterest
I’m so fucking horny right now, god please I need hot and weird transgender sex rn or I might actually die
the “omg they messaged me!” to “why do they hate me?” to “omg they messaged me!” pipeline
Sometimes the packer be doing cartwheels in ur boxers fr (he/it 🐕🦺🏳️⚧️)
As a kinky autistic person, I love getting to unmask during sex oh my god.
Like getting to just smile and not care what my face is doing while going down on someone or something, getting to make whatever noises I want even if they aren’t overly attractive just because I’m enjoying myself and I want to show it. I love just asking flat out what they want me to do and seeing how they get flustered and stutter out an answer. I love the feeling of satisfaction in a task when I get them to finish. I love saying exactly how I’m feeling and how I feel about them and how much I’m enjoying myself no matter what I sound like while saying it.
Like this is the most vulnerable thing I could think to do with you, of course I’m gonna be my true self
T4T dating tips:
Meow
Keep meowing until it works
im sorry i started humping your leg while we made out
it will happen again
there’s something so disgusting and feral and perverted about getting off to the smell of someone
getting handed your sweater or a blanket and it’s supposed to be for comfort when we can’t see each other but instead i’m fucking my toy and shoving my face into it because fuck. you just smell so good i couldn’t help it
it’s not my fault your smell throws me into a fucking heat, i’m just doing what dumb mutts are supposed to >_<
Doesn't matter how much effort I put in, right? It's hard to love me.
“absence makes the heart grow fonder”
absence makes me want to kms
sometimes i just sit and think. wow i should end my life
No one is more disappointed in me than I am.
They will never understand the sadness that you can physically feel in your chest
they will replace me so easily and never remember who i even was
How was your day?