And it was then when I suddenly realized why I hated you. You were the first person I was ever passionate about. My mind and body were dedicated to you in a way that is inexplicable and I guess that’s why it hurt so much when you didn’t care anymore. It pained my soul to an extent where even as much as I forced myself to despise your very existence, I could never seem to fulfill my own order. A few months pass by and I still feel truly pathetic as you continue to consume my daily thoughts. And even though externally I do not seem to fret, inside I still urgently crave the moments when our eyes meet.



I just had a grown man tell me to “go make me a sandwich” as I was doing his pourover

I told him I didn’t understand what he meant because we’re a coffee shop, and he was like “oh it’s a joke” and I said I “didn’t get it” and he went “it’s funny because you’re a woman working in a kitchen”

And I just stared at him until he got how stupid he sounded

let them feel their ignorance burn into their souls

(Source: plantaplanta, via mood-boards)