does anyone else do this thing where no matter how many times people tell you that they want to know how you’re really feeling, even when it’s bad, you just feel like they’re lying? like they don’t really wanna hear it?
Back to working loosely haha I enjoy it far too much 8]
He didn’t know when she started sitting there, every morning at eight, with a cup of coffee in her hands. He only knew when he started remembering her.
Sometimes she was with someone–a friend, he hoped–but most times, she was alone, sitting contentedly with her beverage, enjoying her own company.
He never could quite muster up the courage to go up to her–what was he going to say? “Hey, I’ve been watching you drink coffee every morning as I walk to work, how’s it going?” Yeah, that’s not a bit creepy.
So one day, when it was down-pouring, and he went his way to work, believing fully that perhaps today, he might not get to see her, he was surprised to find he was wrong. There she was, wearing a bright red raincoat–but no umbrella.
What you need:
💛A crystal you like
Throw that shit together. Pour your intent and gayness into it. Close the sachet. Carry it on you when you wanna make yourself as gay as possible