Me, passing someone on the highway: bitch
Me, being passed on the highway: bitch
my dad always used to refer to my mum as “the most beautiful woman in the world” and i always thought that was kind of dumb, because i could look at my mum and know for sure that she was not the most beautiful woman in the world, not even by far and i always thought that my dad was just saying that to be nice.
and then one day i met the most beautiful woman in the world.
Coming home
One of the best feelings is to come home after a long day of work. It’s a place of safety. Somewhere you can finally let all the tension let loose. Somewhere you can just break down and cry.
So it’s the worst feeling if you are suddenly losing your home. When you are forced to move somewhere else.
Everything is different. It looks different. It smells different. My stuff is just hidden behind cupboards where I can’t see it. I am surrounded by stuff that’s not familiar and not mine. I feel like a stranger in this new “home”. Like a guest.
I can’t be comfortable. I can’t “come home”. Because it’s not home here. It’s just a strange flat with strange furniture and a strange smell. I can’t relaxe. I can’t let loose. Because this place doesn’t feel safe to me. It wasn’t my choice to be here. But what is the alternative?
I feel homesick for a place I can no longer be in.
my tiny human body isn’t big enough to hold all the love that’s inside me and that’s why i’m always crying
Yeah, I want someone that gives me bomb, hardcore sex. But I also want someone to cuddle with, someone to hold my hand and kiss my forehead in public, someone to laugh with. I want to date my best friend.
* Goes on date *
* looks around *
“I’m sorry, will the dog in your profile photo be joining us?”
