The Bee Charmer

surprisebitch:

babe, dear, and hun sound so weak and cliché. if you were mine, i’ll call you sergeant, general, commander. you’d be my authority figure


Passionately in love with all of my work colleagues. Or, a better turn of phrase would be work family. Such a beautiful, loving group of people. 

Passionately in love with all of my work colleagues. Or, a better turn of phrase would be work family. Such a beautiful, loving group of people. 


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hungover to fuck

we were rammed last night, so i stayed for a drink afterwards. i didn’t even drink that much but i’d only eaten smoothies and tiny wrap all day so i was smashed. 

i have to be at work in 2 hours. ugh. 8 hour shift and then staff meeting/party tonight. i’m not drinking. ughhhhhh


Really don’t want to be at work today. 8.5 hours only, but I’m on finish so it could potentially be a lot later especially as it’s race day. I just want to curl up, watch Breaking Bad, and sleep.


Always trying to kiss us. Always looking super attractive. Womp.

Always trying to kiss us. Always looking super attractive. Womp.


officialunitedstates:

to all my spanish speaking followers:  hola

to all my non-spanish speaking followers who feel left out:  don’t worry, I just said “hello”.  maybe someday you too can grasp another language


sexhaver:

i knew a dude in college who kept an old Smirnoff bottle full of water on his desk and would casually chug straight out of it in the middle of conversations with new people in order to establish dominance


Spent an hour after my 9 hour shift singing Rent with one of my best bros/supervisor and now I’m going to have a joint and think about what the Fuck I’m going to say to my therapist when I see her for the first time in 9 weeks next Thursday.


"I can’t get you out of my mind tonight; the corner of the sofa where you sat is haunted for me by your presence, the whole flat seems full of you—"

Your
V.

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Excerpt from a letter to Virginia Woolf from Vita Sackville-West, Saturday night [27 November 1926]

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