A Love Letter to Those Who Feel Lost

"If men could see us as we really are, they would be a little amazed; but the cleverest, the acutest men are often under an illusion about women. They do not read them in a true light; they misapprehend them, both for good and evil. Their good woman is a queer thing, half doll, half angel; their bad woman almost always a fiend. Then to hear them fall into ecstasies with each other's creations – worshipping the heroine of such a poem, novel, drama – thinking it fine, divine! Fine and divine it may be, but often quite artificial – false as the rose in my best bonnet there. If I spoke all I think on this point, if I gave my real opinion of some first-rate female characters in first-rate works, where should I be? Dead under a cairn of avenging stones in half an hour." – Charlotte Bronte, Shirley

i’d share my fries with you.

i‘d share everything with you.

titties… breasts even… the world is a remarkable place

life is nothing without eroticism and whimsy

i'll fuck you eventually relax let me be funny first

You crave her, not just in a sexual or romantic way, In a way where you just want to be around her, you want to feel her presence, hear her voice, see her laughing, overall just cherish her existence