When I was little I was homeschooled and I was a bit behind on learning to read I think, I was so excited for when it would be my turn to learn to read and begged my grandma and older sister to read to me all the time, I learned to read eventually but I don't like to read on my own, my grandma and sister had read the black stallion and black beauty to me so many times I could read them on my own but for the most part I wouldn't, I would always run up to my grandma or sister and beg them to read the old books to me, they always said why? You can read them yourself now, you don't need me, most of the time with a little persuasion they would still sit down with me on the blue couch in the white room and read a chapter or two of whatever book I had requested, I finally know the words for why I wanted to read with them when I could have easily done it myself, I didn't necessarily want to read the book for the story, the point wasn't reading the story, the point was sharing the story with them, I enjoyed their company and wanted to share a minimally engaging activity with them so I could revel in their presence and enjoy their gentle companionship
Maybe. Perhaps. We should all just start giving each other dumb trinkets we find on the street like crows, ever think about that one?
My love language is touch which mean if you get anywhere near me while I’m angry, I will not hesitate to break your knees
please i want someone who understands the importance of each fucking word that's being said. it would be very cool. amazon do you have it?
this is fucking real.
I will remove pieces of fuzz from your clothing, gemptly bite your cheek without using my teeth, nuzzle you and purr and coo after being separated for the unholy amount of time that is five minutes.
rb if your primary love language or one of your primary love languages is physical touch and has nothing to do with sex.
i mean physical touch like hand holding, picking the lint and hair off of each other’s clothing, hair ruffling, hugs, random high fives, etc.