Rosemary @honeybrew_coffee@computerfairi.es

Drowning in unfathomable want, a yearning river, an ache that moves incessantly downwards into the depths of me

Yeah, but honestly it's also like 67.89% Pure Dyke Lust.

I'm paying the price for knowing 1:00 AM carnally

Slender Aphrodite got my ass once more, I'll say that much

Waking up, my clothes in tatters, lesbian yearning still fresh on the back of my tongue and between my teeth

We need to fund research to discover what the fuck full moons do to lesbians

The moon so pretty it has a lesbian waxing poetic to me about a city I've never lived in

I've had a weirdly affirming last three days. Got to work on a woodworking project, got compared to Corky from Bound, and was told by my friend that saying "oh yeah I know that shop, I picked up tools from a guy there once" was a very butch response. Very seen

Wearing rings in winter has me busting out my Gollum impression everytime they go flying off of my fingers

"Where's the precious???"

Do you think that Pepe The King Prawn and Rizzo the Rat explored each other's bodies

I don't really post pics here but I'm really proud of the progress I made on this today. From a simple block of maple to this rough hairpin. Lots of refining left to do.

I should have never shown my partner anything from the current Interview With A Vampire series because it's always "your type is just Lestat" or "you just want to look like Lestat" and I can't keep getting called out like this

At that level of sleepy tired where I just want to sleepily make out and fall asleep in a pile

I haven't been super consistent with my PT lately but yesterday I carried around my partner in our apartment without any joint popping out of place and I'll be riding this high for a while

I had an absolutely atrocious 48 hours, somehow I got through it, but I think what really helped was my loving and kind friends and partners (and i made some killer cups of coffee too)

Seeing the cohost color scheme literally decreases my stress level a little bit

I collect names like a bouquet of flowers, each stem an aspect, a memory, a precious moment prickly like a thorn pressed against the pad of my thumb. A trail of petals in the dark forest to lead me back to who I am