I wish I could say that flattery will get you nowhere with me but unfortunately it will get you everywhere with me because I love compliments
occasionally subtle
I'd rather be in outer space 🛸
$LAYYYTER
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PUT YOUR BEARD IN MY MOUTH
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if i look back, i am lost
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I wish I could say that flattery will get you nowhere with me but unfortunately it will get you everywhere with me because I love compliments
TW: Recurrent pregnancy loss
A common thing I hear when I confide in people about my recurrent pregnancy loss struggles is, “I’ll pray that you can have a baby soon.” I know it comes from a place of love, but it makes me feel even worse sometimes.
Before I continue, let me be very clear: I’m not trying to police peoples’ reactions. I don’t expect someone who’s never experienced this to understand what it’s like. I’m not mad or offended when people say that.
I just think people don’t realize that it’s an oversimplification of the problem.
The problem is not that I’m sad because I don’t have a baby. The problem is that, for a very brief time, I did have babies. Then I lost them. And now I’m grieving them.
And you know what the worst part is? Even if I do manage to have a baby, it won’t undo what happened. It may amplify joy, but it won’t erase the grief.
blasting my silly little music and creating my silly little daydreams so i don’t lose my silly little mind
sir, that’s my emotional support imaginary world
„I want to read slowburn“ and „if they don’t kiss in the next twenty seconds I will not continue this fic“ are things that do but shouldn’t coexist
Me: I love slow burn
Also me:
less artificial intelligence and more ancestral knowledge please.
*Grabs you by the throat* Meet cute
The safest place for a woman, physically, emotionally, and spiritually, is a Pitbull concert
you really do turn thirty and everything is different and sometimes better. if you're in line for thirty stay in line bro
Devastated to report that I’m getting kind of tired of my current hyper fixation meal
Just found out that “The You You Are” from Severance is available for free on Apple Books and it is so stupid and funny. I needed this laugh so bad you have no idea. God bless this show.
get in loser we’re gonna try again despite it all
Whimsical terms of endearment I made up:
My little chrysanthemum
My little sprig of lavender
My dash of nutmeg
My sprinkle of cinnamon
My flesh and blood, my very heart (this one probably only applies to one’s children)
Please add yours if you have any. I want to expand my portfolio. 🪿
I thought of more!!
My sweet little hazelnut
My succulent bell pepper
My gentle Amazon (this could apply to someone in your life who is very tall)
Your heart is not true enough to enter the gates of Margaritaville
Can we stop with the character development. Where's my beach episode.
Dahling you simply must read this book! It’s all about this devious little caterpillar who simply gorges himself on all manner of divine things