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The Hour is Devoted to Revenge (1999)
© Louise Bourgeois
Hi guys. Lesbian penis,
eeeeee giggling, twirling my hair n kicking my feet
".... whats that one for?"
"hm?" you hum, not taking your eyes off the mirror in front of you as you gently scrubbed your face.
"this one, love," simon says, picking up the pink container of eye cream. the small container looks even tinier in his huge hands and you give it a glance.
"eye cream, its to help with under eye bags and things like that," you mumble as you rinse your face and pick up a bottle of serum. he watches you quietly as you use the dropper and rub the liquid into your skin.
"whats that?"
"this?" you hold up the bottle you were using, "hylaluronic acid."
simon furrows his brows.
"sounds like somethin' johnny would use in 'is bloody explosives."
you giggle and nod,
"kinda, but its good for your skin, repairs the barrier and what not."
he nods, pretending to understand what you're talking about and leans in the door frame of the bathroom, watching you still.
"why are you suddenly so interested in my routine anyways?" you ask as you face the mirror again and apply more products.
simon shrugs. he's not going to admit that he's never thought you looked more beautiful than you do right now. you're in his home, getting ready to go to sleep in his arms. despite his composed demeanor he practically giddy as a school boy with a crush on the inside.
you finally apply the last cream and tuck everything away in the cabinet. you turn to him with a soft smile,
"ready for bed?"
he swears his heart is going to beat out of his chest, fuck how could one person be so pretty? its not fair, he thinks, that you do this to him. but at the same time he's grateful for it, eternally grateful that you chose him of all people. out of the entire world, you were doing your routine so you could lay down and sleep with him.
he mirrors your small smile and grabs your hand.
"glad youre finally done, lets sleep then, love."
Simon, who finally grew the courage to ask you out after years of crushing on you, watched as his hands shook nervously as he knocked on your door.
Simon, who made Price go with him to the floral store to pick you out a bouquet, looked down at the flowers in his hand one final time, hoping you’d love them.
Simon, who swore he was a man of little to no emotion, felt his breath hitch in his throat as you opened the door, revealing you in your cute little outfit you bought, knowing it was his favorite color.
Simon, who hadn’t been on a date in nearly a decade, fumbled for words as he awkwardly handed you the bouquet of flowers.
Simon, who was convinced you probably thought this was a mistake, felt his heart skip a beat as your face lit up upon inspecting the flowers.
Simon, who was raised by his mom to be the utmost gentleman, made sure to offer you his arm while he led you to his car.
Simon, who was finally starting to overcome his nerves, made sure to open the restaurant door for you and pull out your chair.
Simon, who usually gave no shits for small talk, found himself hanging on every word you said, regardless of how futile the conversation.
Simon, who scratched the back of his head nervously as his eyes met yours, felt like he could rule the world when you’d happily agreed to a second date.
And Simon, who secretly yearned for affection, couldn’t control the intense blush that dusted his cheeks as you kissed him goodnight.
sending "?" to represent myself tilting my head like a dog
A r i d e , M o l d & P e t r i c h o r
“I think of you so often you have no idea.”
— James Joyce
*These three just existing*
Me:
““Opinion is really the lowest form of human knowledge. It requires no accountability, no understanding. The highest form of knowledge is empathy, for it requires us to suspend our egos and live in another’s world. It requires profound purpose larger than the self kind of understanding.” - Plato”
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Russulas
