jinx! i said the same thing

so SHWEEET

songs i listened to on repeat 🌍 *may edition

SUMMER STARTIN JUICYYY 🧃 more picnics. more books. more joy. i took a break in May, and now I’M STARVING IMMENSELY for our hypnotizing conversations <3 lessgoooo

• читаем и обсуждаем прочитанное на английском • 3 встречи via zoom • уровень от А2! у нас с девочками максимальный safe space <3 никто не шеймит за ошибки, i always help my girlies out ! • общий чатик в телеграме • отзывы: january, february, march, november, october, september, august, july, june, may, april, march

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HAS ANYONE WATCHED THIS??? IT’S NOT A MOVIE, IT’S A CARDIAC ARREST

im so tired of this windy weather. when will the sunshine come out

here’s your gentle reminder

me: i’ll go to bed earlier today also me at 1am:

part 4 📖

after that, he takes me to one of the best pastry shops i’ve ever been to. the bun? cloud-level soft. the coffee? rich. the conversation? suspiciously good. at some point i mention i wanna buy gifts for my friends and maybe grab a few books for myself. the SECOND i say books, this man goes: ‘actuallyyyy…’ turns out the bookstore i wanted to visit barely has books in english and before i can even process that information, he’s already inviting me to one of his favorite bookstores instead. so naturally, i go. the second we walk in, he picks up a book and goes: ‘this is my favorite, have you read it?’ GIRL. it’s The Goldfinch. ??????? and i actually HAVENT. so i stand there like ‘omg, it’s on my TBR list but i did read The Secret History.’ so now we’re standing there having a full on Donna Tartt summit 😭 final agreement: i read The Goldfinch. he reads The Secret History. diplomacy wins. then i start wandering around grabbing books, reading back covers, fully thriving. eventually the stack gets too heavy and he takes the books out of my hands. which… fair enough. they WERE heavy. i just didn’t realize that was the beginning of a full time role for him. the shopping bags stay with him. the receipts are on him. doors start opening like they’re on motion sensors. at one point i laugh and go, ‘you know i can carry my own stuff, right?’ he nods. processes the information. files it somewhere?? and then continues acting like i legally cannot experience the burden of holding a single bag. BUT THEN. THEN. as if he hasn’t already been acting like a male lead specifically engineered to destroy my standards forever, he picks up Madonna in a Fur Coat (the one i chose for myself) and goes: ‘we should read this together, the beginning sounds intriguing.’ and i’m standing there like??? what?? is this man willing to dedicate his time to the books i pick? a WONDER. so i go: ‘i haven’t even read it yet. what if it’s boring? what if we both suffer through 300 pages for nothing?’ this man looks completely unbothered. ‘i’m not really betting on the book. you strike me as someone who always has an interesting take.’ and unfortunately for me that lands approximately 14 times harder than a normal compliment

you can ALWAYS get funnier 😌 the girlies and i watched some stand-up together, tried to write our own jokes, and laughed till our tummies hurt. blessedddd :’)

the whole shebang

jelly firkin: yes or no!!

#fairytiktoks maxxxxing 🐞

everybody,,, give him popcorn noooow,, 🍿

gym sesh and a matcha bun after

still thinking about this

literally kicking my feet 😏🌸

thursday

part 3 👟

during dinner i told him i missed my gym routine back home and this man goes: ‘i actually have a workout booked in a few days. you can join if you want. my PT can train both of us.’ and i said: ‘i don’t need a PT. i am a PT.’ the silence after that was LOUD. this man smirks at me like he just unlocked a side quest. so naturally i go: ‘watch me.’ CUT TO: the morning of the workout. i wake up with the most disrespectful fever of my life. acclimatization was beating my ass so badly i genuinely thought my body was trying to return to sender. i’m laying there sweating like a medieval plague victim thinking: well. this is humbling. but then i made a deal with myself: if the shower fixes me, i go. and somehow that shower had the healing powers of the lord himself because next thing i know i’m biking to the gym delirious but committed to the bit. we meet his PT in the foyer and immediately i realize this man’s accent is on expert mode. i’m standing there like: haha yes 😀 absolutely 😀 meanwhile my brain: ⚠️ no subtitles available ⚠️ i tell him i wanna do my own workout but i’d love technique tips. this man watches me warm up for TWO business seconds before going: ‘ohhhh she knows what she’s doing.’ and i’m internally like: CLOCK ITTTTT suddenly he starts handing me heavier weights because apparently my form is ‘too perfect’ for the lighter ones. mind you i’m fighting a fever, dehydration, possible spiritual warfare, and now i also have to look hot and athletic??? at one point i genuinely convinced myself i looked like one of those warrior women in movies. like yes. daughter of zeus. protector of gains. THEN. THE TREADMILL INCIDENT. these men decide it would be fun to teach me how to stop a treadmill by jumping onto the sides while sprinting full speed. why did i almost meet God. one wrong move and my teeth would’ve landed in another country. but somehow i survived and unfortunately… it was actually fun. like genuinely had a blast that i fell in love with running afterwards and now i run every other day. the endurance?? life changing the whole workout was just us laughing, joking around, hyping each other up and at one point i literally caught myself thinking: oh my god. who knew dating could actually be this fun???