I Need To Be Babied, For Science. Serious Inquiries Only Freaks

I love like a dog. Like yes, I’d love to listen to you talk about your passions. I will sit there with big attentive eyes and wagging my tail while we unpack everything you’ve ever done and will ever do. I want nothing more than to hold your face and breath you in for a while

I need to be babied, for science. serious inquiries only freaks

sometimes remembering things just absolutely kills me

I'm "looking" for a boyfriend in the sense that I'm waiting for one to fall into my lap by divine intervention.

your only job on this earth is to be so intrinsically yourself that the right people gravitate toward you and the wrong people move out of your way

when I taste my own cooking I fall in love with myself

as i get older, i realize more and more that talking is truly pointless

when kafka said ‘you wouldn’t believe the kind of person I could become if you wanted it’ and when brontë said ‘if you ever looked at me with what I know is in you, I would be your slave’ and when Sartre said ‘if I’ve got to suffer it may as well be at your hands’