Anna Akhmatova, The Complete Poems Of Anna Akhmatova: Reed; From ‘The Sentence’, Tr. Judith Hemschemeyer

I’m gonna apply for a job at Gordon Ramsay new restaurant and I’m gonna get it

my voice drips with honeyed words, and the sweetest one i can speak is your name.

can you come collect your freak of a man please. He’s doing things

you should be able to say “fuck if i know” to customers

sorry you put your hand on my cheek and I immediately opened my mouth for you to put your thumb in.

a "midwife" you say... tch. such a foolish word. a wife could never be mid. all women are epic

happy womens day to everyones favorite woman

I do, in fact, have not ONE but TWO Polaroids of him tucked into my wallet.

My one and only<3

Gosh someone is out here trying to crush malewife dreams😔😔