ˏˋ꒰💐꒱ - ̥۪͙۪˚┊❛ 𝐄𝐍𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐍𝐓𝐄𝐃 ❜┊˚ ̥۪͙۪◌
╰┈➤ ❝(v.) To attract and move deeply: rouse to ecstatic admiration.]
━━━in which a woman born in the 14th century, a time of pain and suffering, made her a woman of strength. With a passion for singing...
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𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐏𝐓𝐄𝐑 𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐄: Rafael Hudson is her favorite person (1984)
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GENESIS ACKERMAN FELT FUCKING LONELY. There's no point in lying to herself. Yes, she is very much an independent woman that can carry her own shit, but she wants to carry her shit with someone.
Centuries of no-attachments intimacy for the sake of wanting to let the steam off. Sex without feelings is fine with her, and she has needs, after all. But intimacy wasn't all about sex—no, it's her and someone watching the sunrise and sunset, talking and doing mundane things—domestic things, simply waking up with someone with their hands draped tightly around her waist and drinking in their warmth, sneaking in kisses, making them coffee or tea in the morning, cooking them breakfast, gardening in the afternoon and talking nonsense, or taking a lazy stroll at night with comforting silence and gazing at the starry night sky.