Latest Posts by noosemadeoutofroses - Page 6

I wish I could experience life with you

a haunted aura only the eldest sister can carry

Fighting ancient curses (I’m having a migraine)

thank you chappell

when chappell roan said “you’d have to stop the world just to stop the feeling” and when troye sivan said “give me a call if you ever get desperate” and when renee rapp said “so keep on pretending, pretty girl” and you’re in seventh grade again in love with a straight girl who never liked you but maybe once she did

chappellroan: ˚₊‧꒰ა♡໒꒱ ‧₊˚ 🎂 Thank u for the bday wishes!!

as a butch, i need

“c’mere, handsome” n grabbing a butch by their tie is needed rn

a pretty girl who steals my clothes and fidgets with my lip rings>>>>>>>>>

i crave meaningful and honest conversations with people but now everyone’s so fucking dry. i can get someone not wanting to open up and i respect that, you don’t have to. but it genuinely does matter to me when people talk to me about literally anything, even if i just have to listen and nothing more, it means the world to me. talk to me about your day, or your hyper fixations, or your passions, your thoughts, feelings, anything.

idk how to flirt but i can make things awkward if you're into that

1 February, 1937 Letters to Véra by Vladimir Nabokov

i want kisses wtf

Fuck chatting, let’s send each other handwritten letters

Unfortunately I am not gaslight gatekeep girlbossing. I am goofy giddy girlcrushing.

A few days in your arms would fix me.

lately i’ve just been yearning for something more.

i want a partner, someone to come home to and just exist with. waking up to the prettiest girl in the world, holding her, kissing her body, soft spoken words to gently wake her. morning snuggles with kisses exchanged, content sighs, groans of refusal to get out of bed and face the day. tempting her to get out of bed by promising a shower with more kisses to perk her up.

hot droplets of water running down our skin as we can’t stop touching each other, our mouths obsessed with each others as we waste a ton of water, our attention only on each other. soft touches, maybe helping each other get clean. holding her close, smiling into her skin as i kiss her shoulders, lathering up the soap on her body.

clad only in an old band t shirt of mine and boyshorts, she reads the news on her phone as i make her breakfast, serving it up on her plate with a kiss on her temple. she hums contentedly and tells me she loves me as she watches me take a sip of my orange juice before i toss a wink her way, followed by a smile that is reserved only for her. we exchange nonsense conversation over food, unable to stop touching each other. my fingertips brushing over her bare knee, her hand on my forearm tracing my tattoos, our fingers intertwined as our dog begs for scraps. she smiles at me with an eye-roll, turning her attention to him and talking to him as if he were a baby. i smile at her, feeling my love for her consume me even more than it has every day since i met her.

as i work, she sends me a mixture of texts, ranging from sweet to flirty to supportive. i drive home at the end of the day, exhausted and wanting nothing more to relax. i put my keys in my door and am greeted with the sight of my wife just existing in our living room. watching some trashy reality show, she turns at the sound of footsteps, standing up to greet me. her arms around me, her lips on mine, her perfume comforting me as i feel so warm inside. dinner is in the oven, i am being held by my favourite person and all is well.

settling down after food, deciding to snuggle in bed. she picks what we watch. a rom-com. i always hated rom-coms. till i met her. till i knew love was real. till i knew it was possible to be so consumed by a person you felt as though you would combust. pulling her closer, i kiss her shoulder, tell her i love her. tell her how much i live for the mundane days. that this is all i want. she is all i want.

"Thoughts on women?" Yeah pretty much constantly

i’m such a “i want your attention” but “won’t bother you” kinda person

omg we are both fucked in the head wanna make out

Want a wife so I can do really slutty things for her like make her coffee in the morning and give her forehead kisses

a still from the movie “Bound” (1997)

I love being a loverboy butch and daydreaming about my future partner and how I want to be sweet and romantic with her

shout out to my fellow butches who aren't into/dont know how to do "traditionally masculine" activities/hobbies (fixing shit, etc) but who ARE nerdy as fuck.

— Louise Glück, "The Burning Heart"

— Sylvia Plath, quoting an acquaintance in ‘The Unabridged Journals of Sylvia Plath’

I LOVE BOUND

i got my tattoo because of Corky

Bound (1996) dir. The Wachowskis Movies watched in 2024