Care For Me - Tumblr Posts
If your top love language is physical touch, and so is mine; why aren’t we holding hands?
Running fingers through course yet soft hair, tracing finger tips across skin, soft kisses turning into rough passionate kisses. Forehead kisses. Intertwining fingers. Arm around waist. Pulling each other closer.
Fuck that’s all I want. Lay your head in my lap and let me play with your hair as you fall asleep, feeling forever loved. Wrap your arms around me and never let me go.
always
who up thinking about how badly you want to be obsessed over and adored and cared for
I don’t want to do anything. I don’t have dreams or aspirations… Just to lay in my bed all day and do nothing. Maybe take a stroll in the park. Smoke some weed and get high… I’m an artist so I love to paint, create things with my hands. But I feel no obligatory obsession toward these things. They are just there to pass the time when I feel it needs passing. I guess I do have a dream, and that dream is to be cared for, so that I don’t have to worry my pretty little head about much. Maybe go back to school for a bit, get a degree. But not for much, just to say I have. Cause mostly I just want an easy life. One filled with leisure and simple pleasures.🍃🌸🪐