oleannaballard

[oleannaballard]

vintage cat painting by Robert J. Lee

[oleannaballard]

rare soft sfw post but thinking about mindlessly playing with my partner's hands whenever we're outside. i have a habit of fidgeting with my hands and so a femme giving me their hand while we're sitting at a restaurant or something and me just playing with it <3 flitting my fingers down the length of theirs, tapping on the pads of their fingers. testing out different hand holds and drawing shapes with my thumb. tracing the lines of her palm and them giggling because it's ticklish. taking in the feeling of their soft skin and meeting it with my lips.

[oleannaballard]

It is real weird that the current spoken opinion on young people is that no one under 18 has ever had a sexual thought or desire and everyone is as sexless and pure as a Disney Channel show

[oleannaballard]

[oleannaballard]

daydreaming of simple sweet dates with a butch beloved where they lay their head on my lap under a tree in the shades and snooze there while i make sure the sunbeam doesn't wake them up or getting a secondhand puzzle together and try to figure it out or most of it in a night (or not, so we have an excuse to continue another date) or going to the bookstore together fingers tangled and picking a book for each other and meeting up the time after to talk about them or reading pieces of said books to each other and

[oleannaballard]

nancy boy and negative nancy have embarked on a lavender marriage

[oleannaballard]

[oleannaballard]

to love, to adore

[oleannaballard]

Brittany Murphy | 2005

[oleannaballard]

Ioanna Tsatsou, from a journal entry featured in Hours on Sinai, originally published in 1984

[oleannaballard]

lesbian tgirl culture is wondering why you feel gay as a teenager when youre not even attracted to men

[oleannaballard]

A fun tip for decorating your bedroom is to put a handsome butch in your bed. Nothing makes a room come together like a butch snuggled up waiting for you to come to bed.

[oleannaballard]

yeah ok you’ve bent yourself over the pool table to tempt me, ass in the air, tits to the table, back arched, but what happens when I take the bait? what happens when I walk up behind you and tuck my hips against your ass and take hold of your hips to hold you still? what happens when suddenly you’re stuck bent in half? what happens when I tell you to take the shot, what’s distracting you? you started it baby, I’m just finishing it

[oleannaballard]

The curtains were blue because everything in the room was carefully colour coordinated, reinforcing the character’s stylish and controlled characterisation. The curtains were blue because everything in the room was a different colour, reinforcing the character’s eclectic and globe-trotting personality. The curtains were blue because the character is elsewhere established to hate the colour blue, subtextually implying that their deceased spouse was responsible for that decoration choice.

The curtains were blue because throughout their filmography the director consistently uses cool tones to mark moments of distance between characters. The curtains were blue to tie the events in that room into the broader oceanic motif of this particular novel. The curtains were blue because the assonance evoked a contrast with the following stanza of the poem.

Even the curtains looked expensive: floor to ceiling velvet drapes, in a flawless royal blue. She tucked the saucer up on the windowsill and tied back faded blue curtains with a loop of string. The narrow blinds were the same navy blue as the pinstripe suit of the man who served eviction notice that sent them to this office.

The curtains were blue because the author’s childhood home had blue curtains, which they discussed in their letters related to their feelings of comfort in that place. The curtains were blue because the author’s childhood home had blue curtains, which they discussed in their letters related to their feelings of grief in that place.

The curtains were blue as an allusion to the contemporary joke about literary criticism, an extension of the author’s autocritical approach that will be further discussed in section seven.

The curtains were red, as a pun on;

The curtains were read.

[oleannaballard]

Neck kisses while I whisper good girrrrrl in her ears >>>

[oleannaballard]

Iliketopokeholes2.0 on ig

[oleannaballard]

Folding screen with dancing figures, anonymous, Paris, 1879