would you put a discarded fruit sticker on my forehead in whimsical jest yes or no
let your skin breathe, throw on an oversized tee, air dry your hair, drink your water, put your phone on dnd, get outside & sit with yourself, trust me
[ID: drawing of a white puppy with black ears and pink cheeks holding a pink tulip in their paw. below is the text “sometimes even waking up can be hard. I’m proud of you for opening your eyes! /end ID]
just need to be felt up at random times by a slightly sadistic partner. maybe they’d reach under my shirt to tease and pinch my nipples when I’m getting work done, or suck hickeys into my neck when I’m washing the dishes, or brush my clit over my panties when I’m trying to read a book. Every time, it’ll be just enough to entice but not enough to satisfy, leaving me aching and begging for more before they laugh and tell me I’m cute when I’m desperate.
the universe knew I'd be too powerful if I had the capacity to carry on conversations
a nice morning can be twenty hours long, if you need
we were put on this earth to have a nice morning together.