yall know that feeling when u talk to ur mom about literally anything and she immediately ruins it and u immediately regret it and remember why u never talk to her
non sexual intimacy is such a lost art. the eye contact, the gentle touch, deep conversations, holding hands, mutual support, hugging, non sexual massages, cooking together, shared experiences, cuddles, curiosity, silence that feels warm. I can go on and on about this
Iโm crying the maintenance guy didnโt think I was home, just came in and told my dog to shut the fuck up ๐๐๐๐๐๐๐๐๐๐๐๐๐๐๐๐๐๐๐๐๐๐
I think the purest form of love is just wanting someone to notice life with you. "taste this. look at that. hear this song." again and again. until you can't imagine noticing life without them.
I WATCHED MY COWORKER CRY IN HIS CAR FOR 20 MINUTES, THEN WALKED BACK IN SMILING LIKE NOTHING HAPPENED. PEOPLE REALLY BE FIGHTING SILENT BATTLES EVERY DAY