In Iceland (the frozen food chain) they’re selling these boxes of 20 tiny choc ices for £2 and it’s perfect for when you want an ice cream but not an entire ice cream if you know what I mean.
They used to sell macaroons too. It was the only place I could buy good-tasting macaroons, and for less than my life savings. A shame they stopped.
Deepika Padukone attends the screening of “Decision To Leave (Heojil Kyolshim)” during the 75th Annual Cannes Film Festival at Palais des Festivals on May 23, 2022 in Cannes, France.
There’s a short circuit in my brain. I’m not sure exactly where it is, but it’s definitely there. I imagine it’s in some deep dark recess, somewhere akin to the power relays in Nakatomi Plaza; somewhere that’s difficult to get to, without much space. The lighting is poor.
But when I see a girl doing her best to look adorable, or even achieving it without the slightest of effort, there’s a spark in that deep, dark room. It lights up the area for a few moments, and I think there may even be a switch flipped. The building isn’t quite finished yet, you see, there are some kinks. Someone hired some cowboy builders, you know how it is.
Instead of melting, slipping into smiles and soft, sweet thoughts. Instead of a protective urge kicking in, and me wanting to take care of this adorable creature, something entirely apposite happens. The smile is still there, but it’s driven by deviant thoughts. Of what exactly those pigtails are going to be used for. Of where those big, beautiful eyes are going to be staring at me from. Of the words I’d make you say.
That recess is awfully hard to get to, you know. Getting it repaired is going to be a lot of effort. The guy is going to have to squeeze through the vents, probably fight off a few armed gunmen. Not to mention his poor feet and the glass.
No, better to just leave it. It’s not hurting anyone, right?
thank you anon for your insight, im now seeing that i do that in so many of my pieces, so its going to be interesting trying to train myself out of listing facts like that oops
thank you so much, i have your ask saved so i can refer back to it whenever i need to
it means a lot that you would take your time to write that for me
“In books you always read about the shy brunette with big hazel eyes who loves to read in her local café, with a cup of black coffee on one hand, in her oversized sweater. You always read about how easily a pair of dangerous green eyes manage to obtain control over her life and her. You read about how the green eyed bad boy captures her soul and plays with her heart like a lion with its prey. And in the end, when his play is finally over, his hunger now faded, he is accepted and cherished by this very same girl who he played with for chapters and chapters. However you never read about the blonde mess, with the foxy brown eyes who spends her summer nights dancing by the bonfire, getting tipsy from the cheap vodka her friends bought on the filthy market down the street, in her jean shorts and ankle length converses, with a tattoo she got without permission. You never read about the way she, with her imperfect smile made everything about her fit together so perfectly, just like a puzzle. You never read about how she subconsciously lured boys and men with only a quick glance of her mysterious eyes and a tad vivacious wiggle of her fingertips. You never read about how dozens of guys’ first thought in the morning and at night before they went to sleep was her. You never read about the danger those very brown eyes carried and how at the end they were just another summer night for her.”
