Did I Talk Too Much? Did I Talk Too Little? Did I Laugh Too Much? Did I Laugh Too Little? Did I Overshared

What do I bring to the table? I bring my presence, my time, and my devotion. I have nothing else to prove and nobody to impress.

wym, it's written and produced by Richelle mead 🤨 

Me @ Julie Plec when I actually really enjoyed the show

A happy ending:

“She agreed to love herself deeply.She was finally the sun of her own life.”

-Juansen Dizon, I Am The Architect of My Own Destruction

my biggest flex is that I am my own safe space

dear authors, if a character has dark ANYTHING, why does it have to be likened to food 😒

activities, hobbies, and skills that nurture your femininity (pt. I)

cooking (+ points for scratch cooking or farm-to-table)

baking (+ points for scratch baking)

quilting

embroidery

crocheting

knitting

card-making

scrapbooking

flower arrangements

reading/book club

dancing

pilates

yoga

interior design/decor

painting

playing an instrument— piano, flute, harp, violin, etc.

organizing

jewelry making

homemade garment making

fashion design

listening to waltz while lying down about to fall asleep to one of the scenarios where I dance w my enemy in a crowded ballroom, hands on hips and shoulders and waist, our bodies flush against each other. my floor length white dress with a slit at the corner hides the garter that's sheathed the lethal blade dipped in poison especially for him, while his belt carries a shot gun that's slightly visible if he turns a certain way.