i could peel a pomegranate for you, just don't be mad if it’s messy.
i’m not very subtle about messiness but i don't embrace the fact that i love being messy. it's just the way it is. i could listen to you speak but don't be mad if a little noise can distract me. i could write you a note but don't be mad if my handwriting is a mess. i could read a book for you but don't be mad if i stutter some words. i could peel a pomegranate for you but don't be mad if it's messy. i am messy. hopefully you accept me as i am and embrace me as i am and love me as i am. for i’m imperfect. messy and flawed.
“Lovers don’t finally meet somewhere. They’re in each other all along.”
— Rumi
........ tbc of course
they call me an undercover agent. the way i’m. under the covers :) cozy in bed :)
can anyone else like not wait to meet a sweet guy and go to the movies together and stay up talking and move in together and brush our teeth together and dance in the kitchen and kiss him all over and meet his parents and adopt a cat and get married and bake for him and have his kids and greet him when he gets home from work and grow old together? just me? k...
what will it be, boss? the comfort of misery or the pain of change?