Despite all my horny on main here, I must say that I am absolutely romantic trash. I’m the kind that gets you flowers for no reason. The kind that places you on my lap and pets your hair. That gives you piggyback rides, grabs your hand to interlace my fingers in yours, buy ridiculous matching t-shirts. And absolutely the kind to kneel down and make a damn show out of proposing.
what she says: “Oh I don’t mind; we can eat anywhere. I’m not picky.”
what she means: “For my entire life, I’ve been called bossy/picky/selfish/arrogant/bitchy for voicing my own opinions and making my views known, so now when someone I care about asks me about what I want, my immediate gut reaction is to defer to the other person’s preference. it’s less of a hassle to capitulate to someone else’s desires than to risk having someone verbally berate me for being truthful about what I want.”
My problem is that I’ll randomly get really motivated to do shit, but it’s within such a small window of time that I must do the thing at that EXACT moment and if I don’t the moment passes and I’ll have to wait like at least whole month for another random burst of motivation to do the thing ya feel
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