Me, flirting: “Let me cook for you”

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Me, flirting: “Let me cook for you”
taking care of yourself sometimes means steering your thoughts away from worries. when you start feeling anxious about something you can't avoid, it's important to catch yourself and switch your thinking to something else. people always talk about confronting fears head-on, but sometimes it's as simple as saying, "Just go for it and stop overthinking - even if not overthinking means not letting yourself think about it until you have to."
its crazy how im just some person
— Tennessee Williams, Notebooks
Every morning in my bed I experience 100 lifetimes, become enlightened several times over, climb peaks and descend into valleys, lose all hope and regain it, and devise a breakfast
Can we normalize being quiet in the morning
i can't wait to be 60 so i can tell my life story in the youtube comments section of my favorite songs
btw when i say stuff on here im joking except for when im not… so just remember that …
as long as we can find at least one thing that gives us hope or makes us smile every day, I think we will be alright
you're allowed to celebrate even the smallest of your wins. any achievement is an achievement. any progress is progress.
Paris please wait for me.. and have my apartment ready with coffee and cream and warm baguette with butter melting slowly and contently. Have the swans still dipping their heads in the lakes and the lovers still kissing on the bench.
‘how would other people describe you’ why would i know this
The only therapy I know is distance and silence
*lowkey loves you for the rest of my entire fucking life*
They should invent a career path that isn't soooooooo scary
bored (ignoring a ridiculous amount of tasks)