Sade Olutola

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Kiana Khansmith
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Not today Justin
hello vonnie

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he wasn't even looking at me and he found me
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@silentloves
I love reading writers for whom english is their second language and analyzing how their first language influences their style. People whose first language is romantic tend to be very descriptive and flowery with their english, whereas german or russian first language speakers are a lot more concise and almost abrupt. Most of the japanese writers I've read have had a simple, surrealist quality to their writing. Almost like watercolor paints. I just find it interesting.
not me getting legitimately angry at 5am because there’s literally no good romance books to read anymore.
the fact that oranges and clementines are made in a way that you can't help but share them with everyone around you. it's so easy. it's a soft kind of easy and tender love. it's already there made for you. you just have to give in and take the step 🚶
stressed. — lemon balm tea. bloated. — peppermint tea. slow metabolism. — green tea. nauseous. — ginger tea. sleepless nights. — chamomile tea. common cold. — elderflower tea.
anxious. — lavender tea. swelling. — horsetail tea. alertness. — chai tea. body aches. — ginger root tea. heartburn. — licorice tea.
if you’re not paying attention to trees and how they sway in the wind then what are you even doing
Many miss you but we understand <3
🤍 thank you
“How young you are, child, he said, how terribly young (don’t say that, Father, Sophie replied, don’t talk as though you were already old), oh, but I am … you see, it isn’t just about age, my child, it is also about loss, you have so much youth left in you because—how can I put this?—you still have the feeling of being whole, the unmistakable belief that this wholeness will never end. When you lose that, whatever age you are, you are old.”
— Andrés Neuman, Traveller of the Century (trans. Nick Caistor & Lorenza Garcia)
A part of me will always regret that I’ll never be the kind of person to find daisies at the side of the road, or that I’ll never meet my greatest love inside a museum.
Ocean Waves (1993)
whats your type?
Fictional men written by women.
I'm at the only one who finds it exhausting to leave the house? I sit down and have to talk myself into leaving most times. Right now, I need to go down to the supermarket and my brain is able to come up with plausible reasons why not having dinner is 100% better than setting foot outside. There's a hermit crab inside me and they completely refuse to interact with anything outside.
What's your sexuality
stupid
you are so lucky to have yourself. no one else has this privileged.
humanity yada yada yada
I think back to the laundromat scene in Hyena an unhealthy amount of times. Once the thought pops into my head, my brain stops working for a good three seconds at least. I just bumped into someone at the supermarket because we were both reaching for the same juice bottle. Covid and all that made us both look up, step back and awkwardly gesture so the the other would take it first and rid us from this increasingly long encounter. Fast forward and hour later, I’m walking to the bus and there they are again. They nodded first, I nodded back. Is my neighborhood suffering from a massive influx of new people or is this person plotting to sneak into my life and destroy me completely? I guess we’ll never know.
I arrive home and lock the doors and I wonder if I’m trying to keep my heart safe or everyone else out?