#sapphic Tumblr posts

hi! my name is kae and i’m turning 20 in a couple months. i’m in my sophomore year of college, pursuing an english major and sociology and creative writing minors. also i have a cat named pixie!! i live in the midwest until i graduate, and then i plan to move to california. i’m looking for more people to talk to and maybe more?? i’m at @nvrbloomagain or kaelajustice on snapchat and insta!

PSA:

im right here and i will make u cookies and spend all of my money on your favourite flowers, pls love me 

men dni

What I rly wanna say when people ask how im going:

I just spent 4 hours scrolling through pinterest adding to my board of pretty girls thinking about how much I want a gf, wHaT dO yOu tHinK??

I’m a lesbian in love with a bunch of fictional men

your hair falls down in waves,
makes my nerves put off that one thing -
ah, yes, dopamine.

[an excerpt of a big ol’ poem i wrote about a girl]

I made a meme lol

instead of contributing to society, i’d just like to get under the covers with my girlfriend and watch netflix all night long, tangled up together, until we eventually drift off to sleep in each others arms. please and thank you.

Every time I do dishes or I’m in the shower, I fantasize about a butch behind me grabbing my waist with her head in my curls but y’all too damn shy for that

hi angels it’s been awhile. I’m Bella, I’m 23, and I’m from Oregon. I’m looking for whatever comes my way. More femme4butch. I’m an artist, model, psych major (graduating this spring), and a poet. Come say hi! I promise I’m not scary.

I felt good on Valentine’s Day so what

I want to hook up with a woman so badly.

butch lesbians fall in love with me challenge

If someone does not tenderly cradle my face in their hands and smile at me softly I am going to LOSE IT

For the last time, nobody is BORN gay, you watched the first few seasons of Steven Universe in grades 6-9 like the rest of us and did this to yourself

*practices baking so my future wife will always come home to a sweet smelling home*

I want a love of little wonders.

I want quiet singing on the bank of a lake so still it looks like glass. And I want screaming to songs we forgot we loved on the highway, only appearing to be a streak of taillights and teenage rage. I want coffee on a New York street corner, and her favorite tea by the fire back at home. I wanna read poetry and know she’s listening, because she’s always listening. But I want to trip over each other, clambering to tell our convuluted stories- effortlessly weaving a conversation between one another. I want dirtied wilted daisies picked by the side of the road and the freshest roses from that local florist we love. I’ll love them both the same. I wanna paint and write and perform with her, for her, about her. Because she loves me, and I her.

something to think about:

you and your s/o on the couch, one hand under your shirt and the other slipped beneath the waistband of your bottoms, making you feel oh so good. barely able to keep the sounds from slipping out as their lips move down your neck, hands roaming.

sigh i’m yearning again i just wish i had a girl that loved me and held me and cuddled me under the covers in the bedroom of our quaint cottage in the woods