My man’s endurance has gone from a reasonable time frame where I could have a good time and then be done to so long that I’m sweating and putting in excessive work. He’s become too powerful
love is not just the soft place but also the place where you have to look at yourself and ask, “can i be better? can i be kinder? can i give more? can i listen more? can i grow? can i support?”
you know what line from Shakespeare makes me go feral. that one line that’s like “I will live in thy heart, die in thy lap, and be buried in thy eyes (and also I will go with thee to thy Uncle)” from Much Ado About Nothing because like. that line is objectively really funny because Beatrice is just talking about going with Benedick to have a conversation with her uncle and he’s. being an overdramatic bitch again. but the other thing is that. that line is so unbearably tender. imagine you ask someone to go with you to your uncle’s and they seriously tell you not only do they want to do that but they also want to die in your lap and be buried in your eyes, sort of in a joking tone but also completely meaning it. i cant think about that too long or ill absolutely go insane
A bunch of the notes point out the innuendo in “die in thy lap,” which is totally true but also that doesn’t make it less adorable. Couples who are incredibly in love AND super horny for one another: the best.
