rosegardenyearning

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from The New York Times

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i wanna wake up in the middle of the night with my pretty boy’s arms wrapped around me, trying to get out to go to the bathroom or something whilst he sleepily whines about how he doesn’t want me to leave

telling him i won’t even be long, and him mumbling for me to give him a kiss if that’s the case. me doing so and him reluctantly loosening his arms

me taking the least time at all and coming back to him having outstretched arms, hands trying to grab at me as i get back to where he wants me, kissing his face and lacing fingers into his hair

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thinking about when boys are sleepy and their voice is softer and lower and they’re yawning and you’re like holy fuck he’s so cute i am. help me

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Soft sweet somno… just sliding into you while you sleep… gently kissing your spine as I fuck you from behind… whispering praises to you while I use your pretty body… listening to the soft gasps and whimpers you let out in your sleep… you’re so perfect 🖤

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every morning at the moment I wake up with a craving to be bred. I lay here all sleepy and imaging someone pulling my boxers down and lining themselves up, just letting me cock warm them for a bit before starting to rut into my soft sleepy body. my little moans as they slowly get faster, their hands creeping underneath my hoodie to grope me, their breath heavy in my ear until they hold me tight to their chest and cum inside me. Then instead of pulling out, they push their cum as deep as they can inside and let me cock warm them again, making sure their cum is all kept inside me <3

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rough sex, this. rough sex, that. what about soft, slow sex ??? grinding against each and whimpering into each other's mouths pathetically ??? feeling their hand on your throat, calmly possessing you ??? kissing each other everywhere, not necessarily even to make marks, just to feel each other ??? them holding your hands above your head ??? whispering sweet nothings in each other's ears ??? tracing each other's bodies afterwards just for the feeling of affection ??? cuddle sex ??? sleepy sex ???? what about that ?????

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love how I'm severely sleep deprived and all my stupid brain can think "too bad no one's here to take advantage of sleepy you". I'm so pathetic

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God, I just want to lay on top of him in bed, arms wrapped around his waist and face snuggled up to his chest. Maybe his arm is resting on my waist, and his other hand is gently cradling the back of my neck. I don’t feel scared that he’s going to hurt me, though. There’s no doubt in my mind that I’m safe in his arms.

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Boy who kisses me in the middle of me rambling just because he felt like it then tells me to continue like he didn’t just make my brain stop working and my cheeks flush

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Wish I was in bed with a boy with my head against his chest while he holds me close and reminds me I’m not a burden and I am in fact good enough and that I’m safe with them

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Franz Kafka, 1912

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Anaïs Nin, from a letter to Joaquin Nin, featured in Reunited: The Correspondence of Anais and Joaquin Nin, 1933-1940

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Salma Deera, "Salt"

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When he wears gold, while she shines in silver.

When he craves adventure, while she seeks it between the pages of a book.

When he follows logic, while her heart leads the way.

When he thrives in crowds, while she finds peace in solitude.

When he speaks in facts, while she dreams in poetry.

When he sees only clear lines, while she spills color outside the edges.

When he moves fast, chasing the next thrill, while she lingers in the beauty of the moment.

When he trusts what he can see, while she believes in what she feels.

When he loves with caution, calculating every step,

while she loves like a wildfire, reckless and consuming.

And yet—

When he reaches for her hand, she takes it.

When he listens, she softens.

When he pulls her into his world, she lets him in.

When their differences collide, they don’t break

Instead, they bend, they learn, they grow.

Because love is not about sameness,

but about meeting in the middle.

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Love Letters from the 19th century