love being under the trees and under the moon and under the stars…. augh. the uninterrupted night sky. my whole heart aches

wearing their shirt after fucking is my favorite kind of romantic exchange. sure rings are pretty and words are meaningful but this shirt smells like love and it’s so soft on my skin

pausing sex to cuddle and enjoy the lightning and thunder 🐰🪟🌨️🌩️🌨️

who cursed me to have extended piss dreams. raise your hand. you’re in charge of changing these sheets! kissing me as i tried to wake up just to keep me in the dream longer…. dirty nasty unfair trick :( rude

what about me is attractive to the british. they keep finding me. why

dreaming of being in a comfier bed with cozier blankets is so mean. why would my brain do that to me.

tucked lover in tight to bed like a worm and they fell asleep in like 10 min and since we have a problematic wake-up gap i fear i have unlocked a hidden advantage to infinite past bedtime reading hours

im not a cheap date (easily impressed by low effort) but i am a cheap date (happy to do low/no cost activities)

i’ve always been really into gotham city sirens which means i’ve spent years perfecting the fantasy of them seeing me from across the bar and liking my vibe and i fear i may have such a clear vision it could be manifesting when i least expect it

had a dream i relocated a mouse out if a house and that little thing bit me so damn much i woke up thinking i needed to go get a vaccine. dream me safely left the wee bastard on the edge of a farm. more that he deserves

again. i wish you could queue up a playlist of movies. like making dinner will take a while, but once im done i want a real movie? i know the perfect double feature. movies so erotic the only way to improve the viewing experience is sex? i got a handful of suggestions!!

sometimes saddened by the internet losing its manners. remember when a quote tweet that was supporting the original tweet wouldn’t ratio said original?

woke up to agonizing and unspecific gut pain. im sure thats fine!!! i have no doctor visit money so there will be no doctor visit and if there’s no doctors visit i must be fine. what a goddamn system

bun’s guide to uti goodbye! am: 2-3 mugs of herbal tea, 2 glasses of cran-mix juice, most of water bottle midday: finish + refill water bottle, 2-3 more mugs of tea, 1 more glass of juice pm: more tea. finish water bottle. juice. more tea. more. you’re not done. more tea.

i love seeing a million tourists take a million photos of the same old scenery. it’s like watching fireflies try to flirt with fairy lights

both extremely frustrating and very rewarding that im so sensitive. a well placed hand on my bare skin can short circuit me. for all the careful discernment my mind is capable of, my body sure accepts kindness real fast

what did i even do to deserve two mosquito bites on the back of the knee. please don’t tell me this was a pathetic vampire attempt that would piss me off even more

i want another bluetooth vibrator so i can put it on a wildly different massage cycle and pretend im getting viscously tag-teamed by pushy robots

i have this neat little trick where i’ll see someone for the first time and i’ll vividly imagine how it would feel to be fucked in a compromising position by them. recently i’ve been stuck on the idea of getting pinned against a wall… some gorgeous costars out there. gorgeous.

if weed and wine weren’t meant to be lovers then why do they rhyme. hmm. whimsical wedded bliss getting those two together isnide me

embarrassing to admit it but i can’t help noticing my pattern of being very attracted to people who i’ve heard talk to scared, stressed animals in a way that soothes them. like wow am i really just a creature who needs positive intimate social connections regularly or something

can’t stop thinking about a dildo that doesn’t exist. one that would somehow be able to magically match the cock of whoever was speaking so i could have a crazy intense cockwarming session. i mean. talk about wild hypnotic potential. im sweating and blushing just imagining

fucks me up to think that some people genuinely can tell when im ovulating. embarrassingly close to some a/b/o fanfic come to life! the moon is full, im weak to a nose in my neck? what next, i’ll be so horny i cry? nothing is new everything is all reused or whatever olivia said

not that it matters overmuch but is consent puppet the dom, the sub, or the cuck in this relationship

can i hump your thigh until my brain stops working or are we not that kind of close friends

if you don’t tell me this looks like a sleeping bunny on a sunny day i will literally cry 🥺 absolutely screeched seeing it in person

i love being groped and squeezed while im in soft clothes :3 feel like a favorite stuffed animal

hi again, all done touching grass, what did i miss, please? mutuals to the front, thank you. been waiting to bask in your blue light

sorry to be so inactive! it will continue. i got shit to get done. flowers to smell. life to live. u know. be back soon ish?

cooking food is so much sexier than any of that incel pill crap. why be miserable & alone when you could be developing a new skill? did you even try eating at one new restaurant a month before committing to rotting yourself away? everything’s better on a full stomach