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January 2 - January 3, 2025
See, that’s the thing I hate the most about adulting: at some point, one has to start doing it.
same, girl, same.
his lawyer sends me emails with ridiculous buyout offers every other day.”
see. this couldn't be me. Half of a house or a ridiculous amount of money way above what the house is worth total? I'll take the money. I just don't care about a house that much. plus yeah I get her friend left it to her but she obviously didn't live there so it's not as if she meant to share some sort of connection. she left her an opportunity and having double the money the house is worth is an amazing opportunity. good gift friend!!
I stopped pondering eschatological matters in high school because they got me anxious and made me break out in hives under my left armpit (never the right; what’s up with that?). And it’s not like I’m ever going to figure out a mystery that eluded great thinkers like Foucault or Derrida or that unspellable German dude with bushy sideburns and syphilis. But I digress.
girl the anxiety is REAL. too bad there's no discovering the secrets.
I just . . . I’ve never had a place that was mine, before. A place that’s going to be there no matter what.
literally same. but also, with the money he's offering, you could get a similar house in the same area and have leftover money to pay some of your student debt. I just don't get it. this plot has a HUGE hole
“What I don’t understand is, why is someone as smart as you watching this shit?”
HA!! I watch trashy reality TV like it's sustenance. but yeah I don't get the bachelor/Bachelorette either.
he’s so deliciously toasty.
yes! my husband is a promise pprtable space heater and I cannot understand it
Then he hugs me back. He lifts me up like he’s too happy for me to even consider stopping himself, like this phone call I just had that changed my life changed his, too, like he’s been wanting this as much and as intensely as I have. And when he spins me around the room, one single, perfect whirl of pure happiness, that’s when I realize it. How incredibly, utterly gone for this man I am.
look at that supportive amazing guy. I love it
“Off.” Liam tugs at my jeans and panties until they’re pooling around my ankles, then tosses them on the other side of the room once I’ve stepped out of them. “Good girl.”
whooa lol I did not peg Liam at all. not complaining though
“I know you want it hard and fast. Just, I think about this a lot. About you.”
um, nice and all but..... he heard that? or Does he have cameras? what's up?
“How hard it’s been, to—fuck—to keep my hands off you. How much I’ve wanted this, almost since the very beginning.”
i mean... yeah it has been kinda obvious
“I don’t like sex.”
I mean... that doesn't sound true
“I can do better,” he says. I’m pretty sure he has no clue that this was better. Best. Ever. “I think. Maybe with practice.”
yes. practice. lots of it actually lmao
“Who puts coffee creamer in their smoothies, anyway?”
smoothies!!!! makes total sense now
