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how are you so perfect 🥺
Nope. That’s you ❤️
i love being in bed like yea everything is terrible but at least i’m in bed
blocked someone for saying ‘aww your 20s arent that bad at least you get your own apartment’ this is a safe space for all of us that are suffering w our parents at 25
im still young i still have time im still young i still have time im still young i still have time [lays on the floor wasting my time]
GUARDIANS OF THE GALAXY VOL3
Yesterday, Thalia and I celebrated 17 months of being together 🥺 it’s been so amazing and I love her more every day. I’m so proud of her and can’t believe I get to call her my girlfriend. We had a video call whilst having drinks and playing Uno (I finally beat her after six tries 😉)
I love you so much, honey, and I can’t believe we’ll celebrate a year and a half next month. ❤️
Oh, yes, I’m glad you won this time! Finally! Haha.
I love you very much, baby. You’re the best! 😘
every day o need to save money and then there is some kind of little fucking item
gentle reminder that crying is actually one of the best things you can do to relieve all that tension and emotion in your brain, and not to resist the impulse because it's 'weak' or 'unnecessary' or 'a plea for attention.' if you need to cry, do it, even if you don't always know the reason. your body does.
Sing me to sleep
Pairing: Florence Pugh x Fem!Reader
Word Count: 604
Warnings: None, Pure Fluff
Summary: Your girlfriend takes care of you when you’re sick.
A/N: This is a repost of my original fic that I thought I lost, but ended up finding. I changed it a bit, added more dialogue. So please enjoy this revised version of my very first fic. I am not tagging anyone at the moment, as I forget who all I tagged the first time, but I’m going to start a tag list, if you want to be on it just message me. Thanks. Happy reading!
You and Florence moved in together a few months ago after about 2 years of dating. She was the love of your life, you weren’t sure what your life would be without her, and you didn’t want to find out anytime soon.
It was Saturday night, you and Flo had made plans 2 weeks ago to host a game night with friends. You had to cancel though as you felt a nasty head cold coming that you had picked up from a co-worker that had been sick earlier in the week.
You were down and out on the couch, tissues everywhere, vicks on the table beside you as well as meds to help with congestion and headaches. Your meds had worn off about a half hour ago, and all you wanted was some of Flo’s famous butternut squash soup. It was your absolute favourite, and Flo makes it just right.
“Hey Flo Flo, could you possibly whip up some of that butternut squash soup? I think it would hit the spot, and would be the perfect way to help me feel better.” You say, all plugged up, nose red and sore from blowing it way too much.
Florence had just gone to the market on the weekend, so you knew the ingredients would be nice and fresh.
“Of course, Y/N. If that’s what would help you feel better, my love.”
“Thanks, baby. You’re the best!”
As Florence was preparing all the ingredients, all you thought was how happy she was cooking in the kitchen. That was her happy place and where she could fully express herself. You had the perfect view of her from the couch, she looked so cute in her blue striped dress and personalized “Florence” yellow apron. You saw her dancing around whilst chopping the veggies, which made you smile.
You kept drifting in and out of sleep when you awoke to the most intoxicating aroma making its way through the house, and you knew it was almost ready.
“Baby, could you grab your guitar on your way over. The soup smells insanely good, by the way.” you say, as you sit up ready to eat.
With soup in one hand and guitar in the other, your girlfriend hands you the soup and says “Special delivery, the perfect soup for my best sick girl” and sits down in the chair beside you.
“Thanks, love. The potatoes on the top are a nice touch.” It was the most delicious soup you ever tasted, with the right amount of spice. “My dear, you’ve done it again!” singing Flo’s praises once more, as you let off a wee sneeze. “How do you manage to knock it out of the park every single time?” Florence smiles and says “Thanks, it’s easy, really. I could do it with my eyes closed.” she laughs, which makes you happy and perks you up a little.
As you finish the soup, you place the empty bowl on the table and lie back down. You knew the only thing that would help you drift back to sleep was the soothing sound of Flo’s voice. So you ask your girlfriend for one last favour.
“Sing me to sleep.” you saying, coming out of a yawn.
That’s when Flo picked up her guitar and started singing her rendition of “Make you feel my love” by Bob Dylan. It wasn’t long before your eyes were closed and you drifted to sleep.
“Feel better, Y/N. I love you! Florence says as she covers you up with a blanket, and proceeds to give you a kiss on your forehead.
