it tasted like salt and failure. the bright red shame of being unloved soaked the grass in front of our house, the bricks of our path, the steps to the porch. my heart spasmed among the peonies like a trout.

⠀⠀⠀ ⠀⠀⠀𝓈tartin' to think ah' attract the c ⠀⠀⠀razies, not that I'm complainin' ⠀⠀⠀but don't be shocked when I se ⠀⠀⠀nd you to tha' cells when I'm do ⠀⠀⠀ne humourin' you. ⠀⠀⠀

⠀     sure thing.〘 hands soon clasped behind his back as he watches with great interest at how the macaroons were made from scratch. the smell of the work station had him intrigued to try them already. 〙 ⠀

well, she should ask herself why. she’s fuckin’ complicated. arguing with him before they hook up, and after. 😒 *

why would it depend ?

she’s baking for the reader , in the kitchen in her frilly pink apron .

carmen nods slowly, brows furrowed as he tries to figure out if she’s pleased or not. “ yeah? okay, cool. thanks .. ”

the chef lights his cigarette, profusely taking a puff with a heavy sigh. “ you’re not wrong there, ” he murmurs, flicking spent ashes onto the ground beneath him. “ I can’t even keep track of my emotions —- if you couldn’t tell. ”

⠀    〘 he nodded while stepping back. they didn’t seem to need his help so he would simply watch the pattiserie work on their form of art. 〙 just watching. ⠀

in a good way, hopefully.

Yeah, she think so? He had a good time, tried to make it memorable and stuff. He’s no Taylor Swift, but he hoped people enjoyed it.

women are so complicated.

i am a physical touch love language have :D

corporate motto. should get that on a shirt—— apron .ᐣ —— great fucking business.

can never be 𝑡𝑜𝑜 careful, hm .ᐣ ( another patronizing staredown , gaze coming to a halt over cupid’s bow stained with crimson. ) if stress caused all of this shitshow, you should take it easy.

a girl called me spoiled the other day but like ummm . . . since when is always getting what i want a bad thing ?

don’t care + stay mad + my tits bounce when i walk