My Name Is Bri

Man I love drawing green girls and blondes lmao

Anyway enjoy xx

Wishing I had a girlfriend rn

if lesbians r so visible this week why am I not seeing any and why aren't they in my room kissing me rn...

real

i love being femme. i love pink scrunchies. i love glittery makeup. i love shiny lipgloss. i love acrylic nails. i love cute mini skirts. i love high heels. i love dresses with ruffles. i love fluffy pillows & blankets. i love hair curlers. i love floral print. i love collecting daisies. i love bubble baths. i love baking. i love bows. i love painting. i love gardening. i love reading romance novels. i love love love being femme.

Sigh… I wish bi people were real

Holy moly

“pretty fish.”

- some dykes hopefully.

need a girl to pin me down and fuck me over and over again until the only word i can say is "please, please, please." i'm so overstimulated but it feels so good and you're so proud of me for taking it so well. i'm moaning so loudly that you have to put your fingers in my mouth to shut me up— i suck on them immediately, because good sluts always do. i'm squirming when you put your mouth on my clit, and you have to hold my hips to the bed— i cum again. it feels so fucking good. with every orgasm the noises get wetter and i get louder, and it's all for you. "do you want to cum again?" god, how could i say no to that?

just a little wlw fluff..lmk what u think (guys chill on me, only writing experience I have is ap english classes from my highschool days)

Pinch me, I need to be reassured that this isn’t a dream. You know when someone says, "If it’s too good to be true, then it is"? God, please don’t let it be true this time. Not this time. It feels too good, it feels too right. If this is a dream, don’t wake me up. Or at least give me 30 more minutes.

But the thing is, it’s not a dream, because I just woke up. The sun’s shining directly in my eyes no matter which way I turn my head. Great, I feel like a vampire.

I blink a few times, trying to adjust, and as I begin to come back to reality, I feel pressure on my body, warmth wrapped all around me. That’s when I immediately realize I’m in her arms.

Usually, she’s not this touchy, not this clingy. For example, when we fall asleep, we’re usually just spooning. She’s not the most affectionate, but she tries. And here she is, unbeknownst to both of us.

Her face is buried in my neck, and I hear her soft inhale and exhale. Her hair sprawls all over the place, tickling my cheek and eye.

Her arms are loosely wrapped around me, but her fingers are purposely interlocked, as if she doesn’t want to let go. Or maybe, as if she doesn’t want me to go.

Half of her body is pressed against mine. This has to be where all the warmth is coming from. Her body heat. And, of course, our legs are tangled under the sheets.

I can’t help but turn my head slightly to face her, but her hair is covering most of her face. She looks so calm, so peaceful, with not a care in the world. She’s comfortable, and so am I. Well, despite my stiff joints begging to be cracked from a good night's sleep.

Her lips are slightly parted, pink and soft—kissable. Her lashes, surprisingly long, make her look as graceful as ever, though they also make me a little jealous. Her brows are furrowed just a bit. Could she be dreaming? I hope it’s not a bad one.

I gently sweep her hair out of her face, unable to help the smile that spreads across my face as I watch her. The sunlight bathes her face perfectly, creating a glow against the white sheets. It’s almost unbelievable how much satisfaction I get from seeing this view. After all this time, it still makes my heart race and fills me with warmth.

I know she’ll probably say she looks a mess right now, always embarrassed when she wakes up and realizes she’s the clingy one. Sure, she might look a little silly if you really stretch it, but I can’t see her as anything less than perfect. Sorry, not sorry, babe.

I dare not move, not to disturb 1) this view, 2) her peace, and 3) this moment. Sometimes, I can’t believe this is real. She is mine. She likes me. Loves me? Don’t get an ego. I don’t know, but it’s everything I’ve ever wanted. My own dream come true.

So, I guess there’s no need for someone to pinch me. This isn’t a dream, it’s real. I wake up to her every day and sleep beside her every night. And I’m thankful. So blessed to have her.

I can’t help but kiss her cheek softly, a huge, probably dorky smile on my face. I don’t care. Sue me.

Oh shit...she’s waking up now.

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And suddenly, I'm purple

Man you have no idea how afraid of bugs I am.

femme who’s scared of spiders x butch who carries the spider outside