“he’s My Comfort Character!” Then Comfort Him, He’s Drowning In An Indescribable Emptiness Right

genuinely fucked up that if i want to interact with someone online i have to say words and have a conversation instead of just mashing my face against them like a cat

Theres nothing like cuddling for the first time. allowing yourselves to be vulnerable in each others intimate space. feeling the nervousness in their embrace. Them trying to play cool as they lay with a poker face. 'All the while hoping you don’t notice their anxious heart fluttering in their chest. But you noticed and wonder “why is their heart beating so fast?”. While it thumps against your head. You may ask if their ok, and get a generic response. So they try to regulate their heartbeat, which results to them breathing shallow. But you stay calm, cause you might be nervous too. You both lay there overthinking what the other person might be thinking. While you both find y’all selves holding your breath’s at times. Even trying to synchronize with the other. All while still trying to enjoy the moment.

There’s nothing like knowing how much the other person feels about you and how protected you feel in their arms. When the feeling is mutual cuddling becomes more than just *invading each other’s space. It becomes a beautiful moment for you to, to realize how you truly make each other feel. And how you feel around them. It’s an unspoken truth hidden in their embrace....

why is it called a "stick" of butter. that is blatantly a The Ingot

abandoned greenhouse 🌿

Just walk in the misty morning of a forest.

It's actually funny how humans decided "fuck living in caves with all these creepy crawlies", got out of caves, built houses that have all the nice parts of a cave without any of the yucky parts, and then all the little bugs and spiders and other creepy crawly creatures that used to also live in caves thought "sweet, new and improved caves" and moved right back in with us.

me: i wanna write

someone: then… write?

me:

"what drugs was op on when they wrote this lmao" none. due to the tense economic situation i've resorted to having weird thoughts for free

would you put a discarded fruit sticker on my forehead in whimsical jest yes or no

me, eating a pile of nuts, cheese, and apple: mmmm tasty

the medieval peasant in my head watching me eat: thou knowst what would MAKETH this meal? dried fruits.

me, getting out the raisins: god damn, etheldred, you are SO right

the medieval peasant in my head: yet thou art still not heeding mine words regarding the blasphemy