what?

“He didn’t buy flowers. But one night he just picked up the hair brush off the bed and started brushing my hair. We hardly ever went out for dinner. But he sat on the cold tiles next to the bath, feeding me toasted cheese. My wet hands, wrinkling at the finger tips in the water. I spend two hours with my make up. He says: “Oh is base that stuff that makes you look a bit pale sometimes?” But in the morning, he’d keep his face in my pussy. He’d go deaf when I tell him: I think I just can’t come today. He wasn’t impressed at my tight blue dress. But he held my face to the sky, as he filled my mind with thoughts. He pulled my hands from my ears, as he whispered to me in the dark his secrets about myself He didn’t complete me. Quite the opposite. I’m terrified as he rips apart the puzzle. He’s got a mirror to my face, and a flash light shining in my eyes. I’m interrogated by his love. Somedays I feel like a dream house. You buy it, only to renovate every room. The smell of wet paint clogging in my lungs. I’m horrified by your love, your need to read and reread every page of me. But you hold me right through the night. You keep wanting to see me Naked. The answers that satisfy other people don’t satisfy you. You capture my imagination, as you bend me over the kitchen counter. You don’t buy flowers. Were never interested in poetry, But you’ve started reading it with me.”

“I miss you in ways I didn’t know existed.”

remembering that you inhabit a body and that your physical appearance is inevitably tied into how people perceive you

“He didn’t buy flowers. But one night he just picked up the hair brush off the bed and started brushing my hair. We hardly ever went out for dinner. But he sat on the cold tiles next to the bath, feeding me toasted cheese. My wet hands, wrinkling at the finger tips in the water. I spend two hours with my make up. He says: “Oh is base that stuff that makes you look a bit pale sometimes?” But in the morning, he’d keep his face in my pussy. He’d go deaf when I tell him: I think I just can’t come today. He wasn’t impressed at my tight blue dress. But he held my face to the sky, as he filled my mind with thoughts. He pulled my hands from my ears, as he whispered to me in the dark his secrets about myself He didn’t complete me. Quite the opposite. I’m terrified as he rips apart the puzzle. He’s got a mirror to my face, and a flash light shining in my eyes. I’m interrogated by his love. Somedays I feel like a dream house. You buy it, only to renovate every room. The smell of wet paint clogging in my lungs. I’m horrified by your love, your need to read and reread every page of me. But you hold me right through the night. You keep wanting to see me Naked. The answers that satisfy other people don’t satisfy you. You capture my imagination, as you bend me over the kitchen counter. You don’t buy flowers. Were never interested in poetry, But you’ve started reading it with me.”

Iron Man: I’m the richest and possess the most advanced technology on the planet

My husband saw this as I was scrolling down and said “Dude, Black Panther finds Tony Stark’s net worth in his couch cushions when he’s looking for the TV remote. And he’s probably judging the Iron Man suit like ‘oh hey I had one of those I built when I was 6.’”