All the delicate things…

Forehead kisses, pale pink roses, and all other little things that embrace my femininity…

  • Pale pink roses, tulips, peonies, calla lilies, and forget me nots. Basically anything but asters and carnations.
  • Being stared at my lips or hands. (Not in a creepy way)
  • Holding hands. Being kissed on the forehead.
  • Taking pictures of ordinary objects and posting them on my instagram. (In case you did not know, almost all the photos I post on my medium were taken by me)
  • Highheels. Fluffy socks.
  • Being rescued. Being asked to depend. It’s not like I need to be saved, but the gesture feels nice. Letting my man to take care of me and wanting to care for him in no way makes me a less of a feminist. It’s an act of love.
  • Lip balm. Hand cream. Mascara. Nail polish.
  • Books. Coffeeshops. Sitting by the window.
  • Baby pink.

Playlist:

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  • Vandebo — Odoo yarii

Movielist:

  • My week with Marylin
  • Eat, Pray, Love

The list to be continued…

Stay soft, it looks beautiful on you.

Love,

Tuchkaanaa ❤

#pillowwritings of rainkissed mess