If you take a young man and woman and they both tell a stranger that they work in the same restaurant, it’s very likely that they will assume that the woman is the waitress, and the young man a cook.
But I thought a woman’s place was in the kitchen? Not when she’s being paid for it. I can’t believe it took me this long to realize the implication of this. A woman’s place is one of servitude.
i just want to sit on your lap and softly kiss your neck while you play with my hair and whisper sweet things to me
Running out of clothes to wear. Giving up on trying to look pulled together. I feel like the last months of pregnancy there should be an unspoken rule that sweatpants are OK.
a hoodie and underwear is all you really need to wear tbh
so what do you guys have planned for valentines day
thats the spirit