I wish there were self-love rom coms… like one where the protagonist experiences the standard dating hijinx and then has an epiphany like, “wait, I’m the one that I want,” and then there’s a montage of solo lovey-dovey moments (jumping into leaves, dinner by candlelight, maybe self-gifting an awesome sex toy or three), and the last scene is a person smiling really big at themselves in the mirror while holding their cat or something.
ADD THIS to the list of reasons why i have nothing but admiration and respect for ju.
(via hemelbeestje)
