i prefer girls with the natural look. no makeup, never gotten a haircut, covered in dirt, feeding off of berries and raw fish in the wild, are actually bears.
so basically when you have your period and your lower back hurts it is because your hips are contracting and spreading apart, only slightly, to make room for the release of the blood and linings of your uterus. so basically your body is going through a small and mild labor to push out the dead insides of your uterus. so basically I have gone through labor and basically I don’t want children.
why aren’t we taught this shit
My wishlist is extraneous—anything on it would be just the cherry on top, not the main event. It was originally compiled for my best friend who refused to not get me a gift on my 21st birthday. I prioritize the time I spend and conversations I have with people over the things that they give me.
Things are replaceable. Time is not.
My primary love language in terms of receiving is quality time.
Having so many people ask me what I wanted for my birthday was overwhelming, to say the least. They expected me to just tell them to buy me something, but realistically speaking, things are replaceable. They don’t last. They rarely hold much significance. If I really need it, I’ll get it myself. If I can’t obtain it through my own means, I’m not above asking for it, so you know that I would… but at this moment, I don’t really need anything.
Just give me your time. Your time is the most valuable thing you can give me. We could go on an adventure in the city, or we don’t even have to be doing something particularly interesting. Tell me about your day, your passions, your aspirations, your worries, etc. over some coffee, and I will be more than content. If you really feel the need to spend money on me, feel free to buy me the coffee or meal that would accompany our time together. But know that your presence and our conversations are what I will remember, not how bitter the coffee was
unless I get early-onset Alzheimer’s when I’m 30 and then you’re going to have to see me every day just remind me that you exist and that we’re the best of friends.
The job hunt officially begins tomorrow.
Someday, some way, somehow we’ll just crash and crumble to succumb to all the things we swore we never wanted.