In “All I Want for Christmas” Mariah Carey describes her desire for her muse as “more than you could ever know”. This implies that they, even in granting her Christmas wish, will never understand or reciprocate a love as deep as hers. Her passion will go unmatched. In this essay
the question “how was/is work” is the worst fucking question. DON’T fucking ask me that. i will talk about literally anything else, gladly tell you my deepest darkest secrets but DON’T make me talk about work.