women will describe the most unempathetic, uncaring, detached behavior from their boyfriends and then be like "idk should i say something to him?" like babe i think you should kill him

i love you ciabatta i love you brioche i love you focaccia i love you challah i love you sourdough i love you rye i love you multigrain i love you bagel i love you pita i love you pretzel bun i love you baguette i love you english muffin i love you naan

would you like to be old friends? maybe meet again in a decade or so? stumble into the same corner of the world by happy, human accident? look at me like you know me? like all the love we had was just on stand by, waiting to be fallen back into, waiting for permission to wake up, like the dormant volcano we are? pick each other back up again like a well loved, well forgotten book? would you like to be old friends? would you like to remember me a little?

in a threesome with anxiety and depression

the older i get, i completely understand why some people go off the grid and live their lives in private

art, intimacy, romance.

the moon knows.

real yearners know that they can even feel nostalgic about the present moment