Reading Smut In Public Without Showing An Ounce Of Emotion Like The Lady That I Am

did not get woken up by being kissed. a crime really

im cute i don’t have to make sense

i love you fairy tales i love you folklore i love you myths i love you stories as old as humanity itself i love you oral traditions i love you characters carried through time on my ancestors’ tongues i love you story i’ve seen a million ways and want to see a million more i love you archetypes i love—

peonies

love when cats hear that you've woken up even just a little bit and they're like hiiiiiii oh my god oh my god!!!!! i wrote some poems in the night let me recite them for you. this one is called: screaming and knocking your water bottle off your nightstand

Virginia Woolf, The Years

sending me porn you want to do with me is a valid way of flirting