pyaaraAalu

i drew a horse from memory one like and i will reveal my beautiful boy to the world

oh my goodness gracious… yes of course

the world is so beautiful here

Good morning loves, don't let no hoe ass gremlin steal your joy today

we should talk more about how every decision you make as an adult leaves you with the same sensation you got at a friend’s house the morning after a sleepover when you’re the first to wake up. It’s dreadful and a homesickness and loneliness and you want your cups and you want your comforter and it’s just you on your own trying to get through.

I love when it’s clear as day that someone is in love with me. I don’t ever wanna have to question how you feel about me.

I reject the idea that kindness and gentleness and love needs to involve a bunch of gentle flowery language

I help you move, I bake you a pie, I sit next to you on purpose. How are you not getting the message yet? What do you want? A love poem? I don't know how to write those. Here, take this rock. It's your favorite color.

i think waiting together is a love language. wait for the train with me, so we can talk a little longer. wait for dinner with me, we can slow dance in the kitchen. wait for me until i can talk after crying my eyes out, hold me, we will figure it out. wait for me when it gets rough, i know i can get through this (with you). wait for me in the car, this song is too good to not finish listening to it. wait for the first snow with me, cold red noses and bright eyes. lets wait for each other, i love you.

why do i have to speak why is it not enough to show up somewhere and have giant eyes

in fleabag episode 4 when the bank manager says “i want to take clean cups out of the dishwasher and put them in the cupboard at home, and the next morning, i want to watch my wife drink from them. and i want to make her feel good.” phoebe waller-bridge why would u write that.

“If you remember me, then I don’t care if everyone else forgets.” ― Haruki Murakami, Kafka on the Shore

When I read “crow singing”, NOTHING prepared me for the crow going “lalala”