It is you. It is fucking you. I cannot describe it anymore, it is you. You are the only one that I will ever want. I belong with you. You are my home. I look at you, and somehow I can see 50 years from now on the front porch of some old house in the middle of nowhere and we’re together. I need you. You are the only thing that matters. You are my good.
oh my god you don’t understand how much i want to kiss you
or watch movies with you
or fall asleep with you
or drink coffee with you
or cuddle with you
or hold your hand
or go to amusement parks with you
or watch concerts with you
or bake with you
i want to do everything with you
Women have hair all over their bodies. Their arms, their legs, their backs, their necks, their cheeks, their abdomens, their chests, everywhere. Why does this shock people.
Because most of us see literally zero representation of this reality besides ourselves — leaving so many of us feeling disgusting and dirty just for inhabiting our own skin.
I think if I didn’t have my boyfriend and my one best friend, my dog would be all I have
My mum hates Christmas. Not because she is a Scrooge and hates festive celebrations or whatever, but because she works her butt off to make everyone have a great time and doesnt want to disappoint. This Christmas every present I got was lovely and christmas dinner was yummy. However other members of my family failed to realise the effort she put in and didn’t care about voicing their opinions. In fact, I would go as far as to say I think them family members spoilt it.