i love girls. girls who are tough on the outside, and incredibly hot. girls who can not be stopped. girls who will kill you if you get too close. girls who spit magma and explode with tremendous force. girls who-
no. no wait. volcanoes.
i love volcanoes.
"[MI5 Officer] Mary Sherer met Phyllis McKenzie, who had worked for British intelligence in New York during the war, and the two women became inseparable. They lived together for the rest of their lives, ‘perfect foils for each other’. Within MI5 they were assumed to be lesbians or, rather, Lesbians [always capitalized in MI5 documents, possibly as a holdover of classical education]. Together they moved to Rome and opened the Lion Bookshop on Via del Babuino near the Spanish Steps. ‘Mary was a very fast runner and would think nothing of pursuing the rather numerous petty thieves that abounded in Rome during and after the war. She loved a challenge.’ This formidable pair of English ladies, known as ‘the Lionesses,’ spent their days surrounded by books and a large posse of dogs: Pekinese, French bulldogs, and pugs, ‘all of which Mary doted on’."
Let’s spend our week nights eating cereal on the floor
when there is a perfectly fine table behind us.
We can go to the movies and sit in the back row
just to make out like kids falling in love for the first time.
We’ll paint the rooms of our house
and get more paint on us than the walls.
We can hold hands and go to parties we end up
ditching to drink wine out of the bottle in the bathtub.
And slow dance with me in our bedroom
with an unmade bed and candles on the nightstand.
Let me love you forever.
There’s a winged liner “terminology” reference list going around and I decided to give them correct names.
the process of reading
darkenedyeastextract said:MAAAAAN THIS IS THE SHIZ
Yeah, we were pretty much the coolest 19 year olds ever.
So cool. So social. So in.
how my emotions work