I Love When Women

i have crazy garlic fingers from peeling and chopping garlic cloves yesterday this phenomenon is always fascinating to me because it reminds me that i, too, am made of meat, and therefore i am also susceptible to being seasoned

sorry for the low quality :’)

kinda funny when english teachers say stuff like “i can tell if you didnt read the book” or “i can tell when people bs their paper”

no you cant.  you can tell when people are bad at bs-ing their paper.  i didnt even read the sparknotes and i barely skimmed the wikipedia and you gave me an A.  you kneel before my throne unaware that it was born of lies

While putting your favorite condiment on a sandwich, you accidentally make a magical occult symbol and summon a demon.

in all timelines // all possibilities

made dinner for my family today. they said it was good but the garlic flavor was too strong. learned today that i am a garlic freak

Sometimes I worry that I feel things too deeply, like maybe I am too soft for this world, too easily moved by the way someone says my name gently or remembers my favorite song. I get attached to moments, like the way sunlight hit my wall that one afternoon or the sound of someone’s laugh when they’re not holding anything back. I notice these small, quiet things and they stay with me. I carry them like little treasures in my pockets.

I think I just…want to be someone who means something good, not in a big, dramatic way, just…in the way someone might think of me and feel warm, like, “oh. she made me feel safe.” or “they understood me when i didn’t even know how to explain.” I don’t always get it right. I stumble over my words. I overthink. I get overwhelmed and quiet but my heart is always in it, even when I don’t know how to show it properly.

I'm not perfect. I cry at silly things. I get shy when I care too much. but I promise,

If I love you, I love you with everything that is both broken and too heavy to carry, an affection that feels like a burden I cannot set down, yet can never bear to lose.

The painting process of Jayviks, Silco and commission ~

Me: I need a library card, but I just moved so I don’t have an ID with my address or any mail with it.

Librarian: -slides me a blank library postcard- Write your address on this like it would be mailed to you.

Me: Sure?

Librarian: -takes it back- Great! Now we have mail with your address on it!

Me: …does it really work that way?

Librarian: the rules don’t say it DOESN’T work that way. Here’s your new library card!