The Feminine Urge To Let My Man Guide Me Through Crowds

the feminine urge to let my man guide me through crowds

People forget that while yes, Hozier is some kind of heartbreakingly poetic ancient God, he is also just some random Irish guy in his 30s named Andrew

i hope that one guy that my friend said is the coriolanus snow to my lucy gray knows what he did. like i’m a lesbian ( and so is she ) but damn. he was atrocious.

I made a baby blanket for a pregnant woman at work and I went back and forth about it like “is this weird? To like hand make something for someone when we’re like friendly acquaintances not like bffs. God why are you so fucking awkward.” Anyway I gave it to her and she said she loved it and in the back of my head I’m like yea she’s nice and probably just humoring the weirdo. Well she texted me a picture this weekend of a scrunchy faced newborn at the hospital wrapped in the blanket I made her. And I’m like. Wow. She loved it so much she took it with her! To the hospital! To give birth! She wrapped her newborn it! I am just so filled with love and joy right now.

People will love the things you make them. Because you thought of them and you cared.

Cowboy lesbians. You agree.

Girls be like ‘this is my comfort song’ and it’s the most emotional self destructive pining you’ve ever heard