"i’m dreaming of a white christmas" i sing to myself in the 30 degree australian heat
when your friend tells you a story they’ve already told a hundred times
if you ever call me cute i will think about it all day
and when i go to sleep i’ll just be a little burrito of blankets
and i will whisper quietly
“they called me cute”
How do you politely tell someone that you want them naked on top of you
hey wanna have sex?
On the Third Day of The Hobbit, Tolkien gave to me: Three Elven Lords
"In a hole in the ground there lived a hobbit. Not a nasty, dirty, wet hole, filled with the ends of worms and an oozy smell, nor yet a dry, bare, sandy hole with nothing in it to sit down on or to eat: it was a hobbit-hole, and that means comfort."