Babe, write your name on my lips with your kiss, make me yours because it's only you that I need.
I mean, it's really about falling in love, like... writing letters, humming, getting lost in thought about her, smiling like an idiot thinking about her. That... seems to be dying out these days, falling in love doesn't seem as magical as it used to.
50% of my time I'm thinking about Butchs, the other 50% I'm thinking about lasagna.
'baby doll' 'baby girl' 'princess' 'angel' 'bunny' 'pretty thing' 'gorgeous girl' 'good girl' 'sweet girl' 'my girl' 'my love' 'mine' don't you know i'm on my knees for you
1950s Butch-Femme wedding, seen in Before Stonewall (1984)
Me and my butch
(. .*)β〃`*:;,.★ ~☆・:.,;*
It's something specific, but I would love to have a huge collections of lingerie, pantyhose, pipes and fans. And Vivienne Westwood lighters. Like, 200 of each, or much more.