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"For which of my bad parts didst thou first fall in love with me?" - William Shakespeare
cooling himself off with a bottle of moet, i cannot.
sometimes your distress does indicate you should stop and respect your limitations. at other times it's more of a baby aquatic mammal being introduced to water for the first time thing. Too bad the difference is so hard to tell.
imagine you’re so fucking stressed out, you’ve been losing to him which your dad told you not to do and now you have to go to your nightmare home in days, you’re just trying to avoid everyone but he tracks you down, drunk, screams at you, still can’t seem to leave your side, DOES THIS WITH YOU SEE ABOVE, screams at you again, literally comes one centimeter from kissing you again, and storms off. like ok
Maria Skłodowska-Curie's notebooks are crazy once you think about it. They're so radioactive they have to be sealed in a lead box. Imagine a world where atomic theory is forgotten and a dude just goes "yea there's a book that details the secrets of the universe, the machinations of the creation of existence down to its barest essentials, but if you get close to it you fucking die. The more you read it the more your body slowly disassembles into mush." like wat excuse me
I have to speak my truth here at least once but I must move to peach after this because I put all my bravo thoughts there. Whitney Rose from Salt Lake City likes women, she had a nightmarish relationship with Lisa Barlow because she was extremely attracted to her and couldn’t do anything about it or acknowledge it and I’m so excited to meet Bronwyn because my hope is that this Lisa thing transfers to her and then Whitney and Bronwyn start hooking up because I also think Bronwyn likes women
Just imagine that it continuously gets better from here