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My girlfriend is teasing me and im so fucking flustered and shes so confident in the teasing its making me lose my mind shes normally all embarrassed and flustered anytime someone brings up tickling and shes the most flustered lee ever omg but we were texting earlier and she asked me to tickle her which is just aksnskdjdjfjjfjrjddj i mean this is the lee that can barely say the word tickle on a regular day but she said it just to ask me and it flustered me so much gods AND THEN SHE FULLY DESCRIBED HOW SHE WANTS ME TO TICKLE HER AND IM GONE IM FUCKING AHHHHHHFHDHHFHFHFHFFH i normally ramble to her about all the ways i wanna tickle her but holy fuck reading all the places and ways she wants me to tickle her is just agajdjskxjekjjfjdjsjdisjsj im gone im so far gone im only able to talk bc i need to rant about this somewhere and i just aksnsjdjwkskdjdjjddjjdjd im so flustered i cant my body was about to fucking get up to tickle her and i had to stop myself bc shE LIVES AN HOUR AWAY SO I CANT BUT MY BODY IS STILL WANTING TO GO TO HER AND JUST AKSJSEJIEJDOSNO
The fact that I’ve been on Tumblr for a week and my FYP is filled with gay ships either
A) means I’m so gay that the algorithm can smell it
B) Tumblr is hella gay and I’m just assimilating into the rest of my kind
That shit makes me wish I was a medieval knight wounded in the heat of battle, finally home and (scandalously) falling to my knees before my beloved. I crumble before her, dire wounds needing tending, as I refuse any aid or touch but hers. I kneel, wounded and in agony as if I have naught but a scratch, if only to have a chance to press gentle kisses to her hand as she mercifully lays her countenance upon me and softly agrees to tend me, only for it to be revealed that I, a woman, have been masquerading as a long dead, distant relative, so that I might be able to serve king and country as a knight in order to earn enough valor and glory to be worthy of being in the presence of my beloved. That I might be worthy to breathe the same air that she does, that I might kneel on the same ground her feet have walked upon. As I know that it is unspeakable that I might love her and she might love me, but I’d do anything to be worthy of her, even if it means I must resign myself to loving her from afar, yearning and needing until my last bloody breaths are rended from my chest at the swords-end of a swordsman much greater than I. And as I sputter out my last breaths, my mind can’t help but drift to her, her soft ethereal presence calming me in my last, torturous moments and my dying thoughts can’t help but pledge fealty to her, in this life and this world, and in every other; resigned to love her in whatever form I may from now until eternity.
wound tending is everything. unparalleled intimacy. let me care for you. let me touch the skin around your open flesh. let me stain my hands with your blood. let me get close and breathe in the same air as you and stare into your eyes for a few seconds too long. let me make you think of me every time you see the bandage, or scar