#classics spice

i’m reading classics spice’s latest screenplay and it’s a masterpiece i know i’m biased but you tumblrinas of culture would love it. this script has everything: expressing love through food and cooking, dire emotional repression, fucked up girls and women and pathetic little men, dysfunctional family dynamics, a pissing kink, impotence, Hope This Doesn’t Awaken Anything wlw kiss, more food, drinking and smoking and making fun of the artist, trauma stored in bodies of water. god he’s good he’s like me but if i had ever harnessed my abilities

hopefully (fingers crossed) (god willing) (pandemic fucking beGONE) (will be double vacc’d at least) going to crete in october with classics spice........we are not going to knossos but i wish we were because we should do something classics themed!!!! anyway he got film funding and is holing up in a tiny room above a taverna for a few weeks to rewrite everything bc he thinks he’s leonard cohen (i say that fondly and while rolling my eyes) and then im going to come out and join for a lil holiday........me??? a romantic couples holiday??? wales was already the craziest thing ive done in that respect?! trying to remember how accomplished and not anxious i felt when i flew to berlin by myself and got the bus and hung out alone all day before my friends arrived, bc i really just booked these tickets to crete not realising that the only way to get to this tiny town is a bus to chania from the airport and then a 1hr40 bus that only runs TWICE a day maximum, and THEN a boat from that town to this tiny natural harbour fishing village..............im going to enjoy myself bc i love solo adventures but i am also not good at being on time for buses and it’s a massive fucking lucky coincidence that my flight lands two hours before the final bus to the south coast that day.....i always think i am a chill go with the flow person and i do make decisions on a whim but then i stress about them incessantly and find myself studying greek bus timetables for a trip that’s over two months away. anyway. i cant believe we’re not going to knossos....we literally met on a classics degree we HAVE to. there is this other island tho, a tiny remote one that he wants to have a mini trip to and maybe camp on the beach (dont ask me how, he hasnt thought it through while i have already been thru the 10 stages of anxious researching and panicking abt water purification), well THAT island is supposedly, /some/ ppl believe, where ogygia was aka where calypso held odysseus captive...so yes i suppose we must go and pray not to get stranded

love 2 squeeze my mans tits and give him cleavage . love that the only pics i have of him are ones he has sent me of him wearing ugly dresses when drunk with family. love that his cousin held me tenderly and said we’re gonna leave our boyfriends for each other, and also sent me a pic of our boyfriends looking like they’re a loving couple about to kiss, mine inexplicably in a dress, again. love dinner in fancy restaurants but naughty behaviour and the best limoncello i’ve ever tasted and tequila shots in the uncles house and dancing around the table and holding the bf’s hand under the table and in the uber and not even needing to speak most the night. loooooooove. it’s fun baby this is what it’s about. being bought a lizard lighter and his family immediately stealing it, buying him cockles for breakfast and eating lobster next to each other end drinking supermarket brand lagers while we watch one of my favourite films. love!!!! it’s all love!!!!!

no more bedroom kinks, instead we plan and research for our fantasy life as art forgers and loveable thieves

i am in possession of classics spice’s full birth chart and also his sister told him our sun signs are extremely incompatible which theoretically they are but *kill bill sirens*

new nickname for classics spice just dropped: my bro just said “oh you mean bisque boy???”