You ever ate something so good that like hours after you finish it you lowkey start to miss it
is that why i miss her so much?
Im talking about a good ass sandwich and yall over here taking about pussy. I’ll see yall in church.
the longer i think about it, the more i realise that i’m not cut out for the relationships that i write about. on paper, it’s really exciting to think about being with someone who is every stereotype of an 1800’s hero complete with brooding, aloofness and the occasional but extreme irritability. all the smoking and the bad habits and the forcefulness and the ‘if you go, you should go i’m not going to fight for you.’ it’s hot in a book and it works for some women i’m sure, but i’m a fucking bunny rabbit. i’m so insecure and everything makes me cry and loud sudden noises make me jump and i worry about everything and i need to be with someone who’s gentle and patient with me or all those things get amplified by like, 100%. i don’t wanna fucking fight for it, i want it to be easy and warm and as liquid as lying in a pool of sunlight with a man who has a smile that says ‘we’re good, we’re gonna be good.’