I was trying to describe to my younger cousin what a period actually feels like because he wanted to know, when my uncle cut in and told me to quiet down. saying no one wants to hear that disgusting female nonsense. He then went on that women are just weak and dramatic, completely inventing how bad the pain is just to get attention and make men feel sorry for them. Then his daughter chimed in with “No wonder mom left you,” and I just went OH MY GOD!
sleepily kissing someone who cares for and adores you, who giggles when you mumble about how sleepy you are and how they smell so good and feel so warm, and soft, and should never leave, may just fix me
going insane over the prospect of casual intimacy. like taking a bath together and sitting in between their legs while they wash your hair, press soft kisses to your cheek, neck and shoulders. just leaning your head back into the crook of their neck and relaxing as they hold you and trace lines across your skin
the phrase “for you, I would” is such a gentle and sweet form of love language. even if I wouldn’t normally do something, i would gladly do it just to make you happy.
the romanticism of undressing someone and seeing their curves and edges and birthmarks and scars and moles and freckles and kissing every single one of them