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#infp #5w4 enneagram #These are way too accurate #All but like one of these is true

I’m going to go all cheesy, romantic poet on him and speak French. IF I can work up the courage to do it when I meet him, that is.

Watched a video where a German comedian reacted to Family Guy’s Germany jokes and now I’m wondering about Oscar again. The guy who RPd him. I wonder if he’s ok…

Fun fact: Feminine products, like pads and tampons, are tax-free in certain states. I only know about it because I work in a store and noticed several months ago.

#feminine hygiene #tax free

irishmansdaughter

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cozyautumnspices

inspiring-pho2os

bluerainlily

always. continuously. with increasing apprehension, and decreasing hope.

i will love you with no regard to the outrage of certain parents or the boredom of certain friends.

i will love you if you cut your hair and i will love you if you cut the hair of others.

i will love you as the doctor loves his sickest patient and a lake loves its thirstiest swimmer.

i will love you as a cufflink loves to drop from its shirt and explore the party for itself and as a pair of white gloves loves to slip delicately into the punchbowl.

i will love you as misfortune loves orphans, as fire loves innocence, and as justice loves to sit and watch while everything goes wrong.

i will love you as a drawer loves a secret compartment, and as a secret compartment loves a secret, and as a secret loves to make a person gasp, and as a gasping person loves a glass of brandy to calm their nerves, and as a glass of brandy loves to shatter on the floor, and as the noise of glass shattering loves to make someone else gasp, and as someone else gasping loves a nearby desk to lean against, even if leaning against it presses a lever that loves to open a drawer and reveal a secret compartment. i will love you until all such compartments are discovered and opened, and until all the secrets have gone gasping into the world.

i will love you no matter where you go and who you see, no matter where you avoid and who you don’t see, and no matter who sees you avoiding where you go. i will love you no matter what happens to you, and no matter how i discover what happens to you, and no matter what happens to me as i discover this, and no matter how i am discovered after what happens to me as i am discovering this.

that, beatrice, is how i will love you even as the world goes on its wicked way.

— lemony snicket to beatrice baudelaire, the beatrice letters

I remember several of my first kisses. The one in a game of Sleeping Beauty at a babysitter’s house when I was three or four and everyone else was asleep. The two I stole from a boy at different times that I had a crush on in kindergarten. The first real (mutual) kiss I had in first grade, hiding inside giant tires on the playground with one of my best friends. The next I remember was making out with my first boyfriend at fifteen. He was very nervous. I wasn’t. I actually don’t remember as many after those, except kissing my ex fiancé’s cheek for the first time. Where did the magic go? And why is it when I asked one of them about a childhood kiss, he didn’t quite even remember me, let alone that he was my first real kiss? I hope someday to find a magical first kiss again with someone who will remember it with me… 💔

#first kisses #I NEED THE MAGIC KISS!!!!

nixscriptum

sophedicts

There’s something so poetic about former bon vivant Benedict Bridgerton being completely intoxicated by Sophie and Sophie alone—so much so that the once insatiable appetite he had for a carefree, uninhibited lifestyle of decadence and hedonism has now lost all its appeal to him… It’s as if Sophie has single-handedly become the only sustenance Benedict needs and craves for the rest of his life, knowing that nothing else in the world could give him even a morsel of the satisfaction and contentment he feels from simply being in her presence. His desire for her is unquenchable, yet she simultaneously fills him with more than enough gratification to appease his hunger. She intoxicates him with the potency of his love for her, yet he has never been more clear-headed in his life. Meeting her for the “first” time at Cavender House is like a shock to his system that instantly sobers him up, and, quite fittingly, she is the person responsible for healing his wound sustained from a broken bottle of alcohol—the crutch he once so heavily relied upon to numb his senses. Gone are the days of flitting through the world in a drunken haze, blindly chasing some pale imitation of happiness, when Sophie has woken Benedict up from his stupor, revitalized his entire being, satisfied his every craving, and filled his world with sudden, brilliant clarity.

[a.k.a. Sophie “I Am the Meal” Baek 🍽️ pt. 1]

I am still thinking of you guys. I just suck at chatting often, if at all…

Current mood lifter on my meal break: