When Sylvia plath said “I am, to be blunt and concise, in love with only myself, my puny being with its small inadequate breasts and meager, thin talents”
My dream scenario is everyone i like sitting around a big table enjoying a bowl of soup that I made. They all say “wow, this is SO good” and they all ask for seconds
I didn’t want to fuck this guy at first.. But then he liked 37 of my instagram posts at once and commented “😍” on a picture of some pretty flowers from 94 weeks ago and now i am reconsidering !
thinking about when my (good) ex didn’t know how to dirty talk so he said he was going to chain me in his basement for two weeks with only bread and water i was like wait what
on the phone with IT for my new job and i made a joke and the guy was like "what did you say" and i was like "oh i just made a joke" and he went "say it again. i like jokes" so i repeated myself and after ~10 seconds of dead silence he just went "ok so what do you need help with"
Why do you want to show the medieval peasant something that will kill him? I want to show him something beautiful that moves him deeply. I want him to be happy
in australia i dated this 30 year old guy and every night he would ask me what “smells we were having” that night and let me pick the essential oils to put in his diffuser. healthiest relationship i’ve ever been in miss him