Honey’s Diary🧚🏼‍♀️

I write for the Plus size girlies 🩷

[honeyandcigarettesx]

My writing: For the Plus-Size Girlies 🩷🩷

*Please remember that I’ve just recently started to write again after years of taking a break from it.*

Harry Styles:

One-Shots <3

Late Night Talks

The Silent Ache

Lost in the Quiet Pt. 1 Pt. 2

Through The Glass

Tickled Pink

Two Different Worlds Pt. 2

The Way She Deserves

Ember Cafe Pt. 1 Pt. 2

Series:

Rewritten Scars: Childhood Bully Turned to CEO! Harry

Part 1

Part 2

Part 3

Part 4

Part 5

Part 6 *smut*

Niall Horan:

Series: Falling Slowly

Part 1

Part 2

Oneshots:

Unfinished Business

Zayn Malik:

One-Shots <3

Behind The Curtains

A Night in NYC

Louis Tomlinson:

One-Shots <3

Birthday Boy

Carmy Berzatto:

One-Shots <3

Worth the Weight

[honeyandcigarettesx]

8/11/26~~ 🩷

I think one of the funniest things about me is how specific my type is because why is it ALWAYS some man that looks like he hasn’t slept properly since 1997.

Like I don’t want a man who “loves cooking.” I want a man who works in a kitchen. There is a difference and unfortunately I know it.

I like the tired ones. The ones with fucked up hands and little burns on their arms. Smells a little like cigarettes even after he showers. Drinks his coffee black because apparently joy is beneath him. Probably has a back problem. Definitely needs therapy. Will not be getting it.

And for SOME reason I’m like yeah. That one. Bring him to me.

Maybe it’s because I’m a big girl and I’ve never really been into men who are weird about food or bodies. Like please do not come over here talking to me about calories. I don’t care. I want to eat something good. I want dessert too. And if there’s bread on the table I’m eating the fucking bread.

I spent enough of my life feeling like being a big girl meant I was supposed to make myself smaller in every other possible way. Cross my legs tighter. Cover my stomach. Don’t eat too much in front of a man. Don’t wear that because it shows your arms. Don’t wear this because your stomach is out.

It gets exhausting.

I think that’s part of why I like kitchen men so much. Food isn’t this scary moral thing to them. It’s literally their life. Butter is butter. Bread is bread. Dinner is dinner. Nobody died because I ordered fries.

And idk. There’s something very nice about a man coming home after feeding everybody else all night and still asking me, “you hungry?”

Like yes actually. I am.

Make me something.

And then come lay your tired ass on my big stomach and complain about work for an hour.

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That’s basically romance to me.

[honeyandcigarettesx]

All things go.

[honeyandcigarettesx]

Someone give me any kind of request u can think of. I’ll try my best to get a few done since I’m off for the next 2 days :,)

[honeyandcigarettesx]

🩷

[honeyandcigarettesx]

[honeyandcigarettesx]

Moodboard

being 26 is so weird because i still feel 17 until i have to do something adult and then suddenly i feel 45.

~~anyway.

i’ve been thinking a lot lately about how much of my life exists in small things.

the same pink blanket i’ve had forever.

the same songs i’ve been listening to for years.

the same habit of staying awake way too late because nighttime feels more honest somehow.

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i think people assume healing is supposed to look big and dramatic.

for me it mostly looks like simply making my bed.

putting on lip gloss even when nobody is gonna see me.

buying myself little treats when i can afford them.

trying again tomorrow.

that’s all though.

i’m tired.

goodnight tumblr.

♡

[miawasthere]

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[darlingdemonic]

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[honeyandcigarettesx]

god gives his toughest battles to women attracted to line cooks

[azaablue]

the best fanfiction you've ever read was written by a woman in her 40s before she made dinner for her kids. it was written by a teenager after school when they should've been studying for a history test. and a barista came up with the idea while they cleaned the espresso machine and busser fact-checked it on their break and the post-doc edited between writing grant proposals and the nurse apologized for typos in the notes after a long shift and behind every drabble and one-shot and multi-chapter fic there is a person with a wonderful and interesting and chaotic life and it is such a privilege that we get to be a part of it because they decided to do this thing we all share, for fun.

[honeyandcigarettesx]

jus more unnecessary photos of my piercing.

[honeyandcigarettesx]

sometimes i think my attraction to line cooks and blue collar men is less about the actual men and more about what they represent to me.

i like people who know how to do things.

people who can sharpen knives, fix things, carry things, build things, cook things. maybe it’s because i’ve spent most of my life in my own head. maybe competence is just romantic to me.

all i know is watching a man type on a laptop does absolutely nothing for me.

watching a man haul a fifty pound box into a walk-in refrigerator?

that’s poetry.

[honeyandcigarettesx]

To plus size girlies: If ur reading this ~get that dress.

[honeyandcigarettesx]

If ur big pls get the fkin belly piercing bc it makes ur tummy look cuter

[princessoftheufo]

[honeyandcigarettesx]

This is how I feel about Anthony Bourdain

[honeyandcigarettesx]

need someone to write a fic where the reader is chubby and genuinely has no idea the guy is in love with her.

~like i’m talking embarrassingly oblivious.

he’s carrying her bags. bringing her coffee. remembering every tiny thing she mentions. staring at her when she’s talking. rearranging his entire life around her.

and she’s still like:

“aw he’s such a good friend 🥺”

meanwhile this man is fighting for his life.

i need him to be doing absolutely insane levels of devotion too. not in a cool mysterious way. in a pathetic way. in a “i haven’t known peace since i met her” way.

and she’s sitting there worried that he’s going to find someone prettier.

anyway if someone wrote this i would unfortunately read it with the intensity of a victorian man dying of consumption.

Thank you~~that is all

[honeyandcigarettesx]

~I think one of the cruelest things about growing up fat is that nobody really teaches you how to exist in your own body.

They teach you how to shrink it. How to hide it. How to apologize for it. How to joke about it before someone else does. They teach you how to “suck it in” and how to “accentuate your curves” or “wear clothes that are flattering”.

But nobody teaches you what to do on the days when you look in the mirror and see yourself clearly.

Not your weight. Not your measurements. Not the parts of you that have been picked apart by strangers and family members and boys and doctors and judge-y women in dressing rooms.

Just yourself.

I am twenty six now, and some days I feel so certain of who I am. I laugh loudly. I wear the clothes. I take the picture. I flirt. I exist without asking permission.

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And then there are nights like tonight.

Nights where I become aware of my body all over again. The softness of it. The heaviness of it. The space it occupies. The way I have spent years trying to make peace with it only to discover peace is not a permanent state. It is something you negotiate over and over.

I think people imagine self-acceptance as a finish line. As if one day you wake up healed and never question yourself again.

But for me, it has always felt more like a conversation.

*****

Some days I love this body.

Some days I grieve it.

Most days I am simply trying to live inside it.

And maybe that’s enough.

Maybe there is something brave about continuing to show up in a body that has been discussed more than it has been listened to. That’s been ridiculed more than loved. That’s been judged before understood.

Maybe there is something beautiful about refusing to disappear.

Tonight I am trying very hard to believe that.