au revoir

Sometimes little pleasures in life are loadbearing. Whenever someone is like "If you'd just give up tea and coffee and sugar and--" im like I'll stop you right there. Because if you finish that sentence i am going to kill everyone in this building and then myself. If i have to face the horrors of the world without my little jar of caramel flavoured instant coffee i am going to go full American Psycho. Believe it or not, my main priority in life is not to have perfect teeth or be an Olympic athlete or look like a supermodel, but to actually enjoy living, because I spent far too long not doing that and it royally sucked. And boy, some people don't like hearing that. Particularly dentists

There's a huge difference between replying and having a conversation, and very few people know the difference.

Feeling safe with you is the only way you get the real me.

Becoming disgusted by the bare minimum will save you from a lot of clowns

It was always you. Even when we were apart, even when we didn’t know what would come next, it was always you.

it’s raining outside do you wanna come over and cuddle until we don’t know where you start and i end

Not to flirt but I would make you food in the middle of the night if you ask me to.

Being too nice invites a lot of disrespect.

It kills me inside when i try to act cold just to protect myself knowing that i’m the sweetest soul you’ll ever meet

they don't make staying up until 3am fun and exciting like they used to

The intimacy of noticing.

The intimacy of effort

may your next lover be the reason you’ve waited and endured for so long.

Last romance. Last lover.

just because i’m not posting about it does not mean i am not thinking about it. absence of evidence is not evidence of absence

The sound of heavy rain while you are in bed.

Find someone who chooses you over and over again

I hope I'm not just a mutual to you, but someone you want to bring up in irl conversation so you have to awkwardly and cryptically say "my friend..." and refuse to elaborate on my origins or the origins of our friendships

there is no shame in being soft

there is no shame in loving

i want to curl up inside a soft rose and fall asleep for a while