I find it endlessly fascinating that most humans just want someone who will get up in the middle of the night to close the windows with them when it starts down pouring. We want someone to dry our dishes after we wash them. We just want another person to do mundane activities with. We want to tell someone how the copy machine broke at work and we want to listen to how Debra is causing office drama again. We just want something so simple. We want human connection and honesty and to be bored with someone else instead of bored alone.
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some love languages
- baking bread
- pointing out cute dogs
- fantasizing about escaping to the countryside together
- poetry on walls
- picking up each others typing styles
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more love languages !
- 'this reminded me of you'
- unexpected good morning / sweet dreams texts
- long hugs before you leave
- calls where half the time you can just hear the other person breathing and it becomes the best sound in the world
- playlists
- second hand books filled with annotations
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“I was always going to the bookcase for another sip of the divine specific.”
~ Virginia Woolf, The Waves
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ARTIST: Louise Bourgeois (French, 1911-2010) WORK: The Welcoming Hands
MEDIUM: Bronze with silver nitrate
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When my time comes around lay me gently in the cold dark earth. No grave can hold my body down, I'll crawl home to her, TAKE ME TO CHURCH I'LL WORSHI-
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F L O R H A L M I S T
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threw together some melodies from undertale and sad machine
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fake plastic trees//radiohead
she looks like the real thing she tastes like the real thing my fake plastic love but i can’t help the feeling i could blow through the ceiling if i just turn and run
it wears me out, it wears me out it wears me out, it wears me out if i could be who you wanted if i could be who you wanted all the time all the time, all the time…
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cough syrup (acoustic) // young the giant
life’s too short to even care at all, oh
:(((