something about a man that’s keen on reasonably recycling is so sexy.

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something about a man that’s keen on reasonably recycling is so sexy.
the thought of satisfaction sometimes gets the best of me. and I forget reality.
don’t question how important you are to me. Either I get your notification while my phone is on dnd, or you’re left on delivered until I’m ready to face the world.
you expect so much from a world designed to take.
interestingly, the way i dress determines whether people smile or say hello back.
Do you ever just miss the way someone acted when you first met?
When you first meet someone, neither of you know how long you’ll be in each other’s lives. Could be a minute. An hour. A decade. A lifetime.
And so, they may present a version of themselves that might keep you from seeing their faults, their weaknesses, their lack of interest.
Both the perceiver and the perceived are guilty of this. Often, it isn’t done intentionally.
If you claim you had no hand in how the relationship between you has changed then you might probably either be ignorant of your influence or oblivious to it.
It makes sense to miss how someone once acted, but did they change, or did you come to see them differently?
i want to be touched like fire licks at wood, but i crave the strike of lightning.
genuinely afraid I’ll end up married to someone that isn’t as freaky as I am.
I hope my future husband makes me feel as intensely wanted as I now feel alone.
need a hug from my future husband.
i am surprised at how abnormal kindness has become.
a text that feels like a forehead kiss and not a kick to the stomach, maybe?
how romantic it is to savor the way they smile
‘wait for the right person to come along' as if I haven't been waiting my entire existence.
i do not possess the freedom of not caring
please don’t ruin this for me, too.
I’m fine, but if you ask me if I’m okay one more time i will explode :)