breathe, just breathe.

beautiful women will be like “i baked a cake” and you will say “oh ? what flavour is it” and they say well its a honey rosewater apricot pistachio cardamom vanilla fig jam earl grey poppyseed orange blossom extra virgin olive oil chiffon sponge soaked in raspberry elderflower champagne lipgloss pomegranate matcha ginger blueberry cherry blossom magnolia petal almond passionfruit persimmon syrup with whipped amalfi lemon limoncello ricotta goats cheese honeycomb black pepper bergamot lemon thyme lemon balm rosemary chantilly whipped cream cream cheese feta cheese italian meringue frosting . like ok. i want to spend the rest of my afternoons walking around inside your beautiful mind like a garden

stroking him in the morning, when the sun is kissing the two of you awake and his groans are soft and a little gravelly

I love not playing along

my friends don’t understand that they may forgive their boyfriends for treating them like literal shit but i will neverrrr eveeerrrr forgive them or forget! i hate your boyfriends. i want them dead. i’m planning their execution. i never wanna see them again unless they’re in a photo with the gates of heaven in the background with the text “fly high” on it and even then i’m gonna say they should’ve died in a worse way.

People were less depressed decades ago bc everything was just prettier like the average 70s car was a work of art sure the serial killers were gonna get you but at least life was sexy before your untimely demise. And there was disco and real oakmoss in perfume need I say more. We have nothing left