when cat babies sit so theyre shaped like a little peanut
hate when you reblog a random cropped aesthetic post and some fool comes in your inbox like “this is from an incest hentai ye wee cunting man and if it isnt deleted by 2 pm yer callout will be strewn about the daily post” like aye how was i supposed tae know, and a better question why do you know this sire
What’s your typical day like?
i wake up. i malfunction. i call it a day
love really just is *sharing blankets* *driving together in silence* *this song made me think of you* *i made them for you* *having the most fun just talking* *cold hands warm hearts* *i got home safe* *you said you needed one so i found one for you*
I want that “drive safe,” kind of love, the “let me know if you need anything” kind of love, the “text me when you get there” kind of love, the “this made me think of you” kind of love, the “how was your day” kind of love, the “have fun, be safe” kind of love, the “good luck today” for something I only mentioned in passing kind of love, the “have a good day” kind of love, the “I remember you said you liked this so I got it for you” kind of love, the little ways of saying I love you without saying I love you kind of love.
I’m such a sucker for the small, intimate moments.
Like sitting really close to each other, she says something funny and turns her head and you lean forward because you’re laughing. You’re so close, her nose brushes your cheek. You can smell her shampoo. Both of you smiling like idiots, enjoying the other one close to you.