so you dated the wrong person and learned a hard lesson. you chose the wrong major and had to start over again. you cherished a friend who backstabbed you. it sucks, but it’s also going to work out. that’s life; you learn, hurt, love, cry, laugh, and keep going. you experience setbacks and you grow and it’s all okay.
Being an assertive introvert is so wild. Do you need a group leader? Sign me up. Want me to give a presentation? Sure, let me just get my cards. Want to take me to a party on a Saturday night? No way in hell.
I just want a relationship where we are both equally obsessed with each other, but in a healthy way. Save my selfies when I send them to you. Text me “I know you’re sleeping right now, but…”. Take the time to listen to the songs that are important to me. Joke around with me and make fun of me and then kiss me right after. Tell your friends how happy I make you and how excited you’ll be when we are finally married. Double text me because you miss me. Reassure me when I’m feeling insecure. Grab my hand, hold me, show everyone I’m yours. Don’t hold back on me, tell me how much you want me and how much you love me. Make me happy and I will do my best to make you happier.
The quietly desperate work culture of “I hate Mondays”, “thank god it’s Friday”, “working for the weekend”, and similar nonsense is deeply disgusting, and I hate that it’s seen as normal. We are burning away 70% of our lives waiting for the 30% where we can recuperate from work and actually live for a little while. This is absolutely not the way life is supposed to be. This is obscene.
concept: we’re both home in our underwear after a long day at work. your head is in my lap; my hands playing with your hair. we can hear rain against the windowpane outside. it’s quiet, and comfortable, and i love you.
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