rn im craving a cinnamon. raisin. bagel. w cream cheese (>.<)
rn im craving a cinnamon. raisin. bagel. w cream cheese (>.<)
What’s going on.. how can I physically crave you and be disgusted along with emotionally hate you.
I want to be used the way you used me. I desire the way you taught my body and touched my mind when the bedroom door closed.
You cheated on me. You made me feel like I was just another number on your list. But in those moments. I was the one you wanted.
At least when the door was closed…..
Fiancé asked me what I ate today (I’m 20 weeks pregnant) but I was too embarrassed to tell him what I had. So I did the only logical thing and screamed at him for asking dumb questions. FYI I had cottage cheese and potatoes for lunch. Yep, that’s what I was afraid to tell him. It’s stupid.
I’m laying awake at four sixteen in the morning, listing to the birds chirp as the sun rises, painting the sky a gorgeous color a picture would never justify. I feel my chest rise and fall as I let out a sigh, thinking what it would it would be like if one more person was added to my moment. If that person was him. If his arms were lazily wrapped around me as I felt his hot breath on my shoulder, his lips pressed against it as he too watched the sun rise over the horizon, feeling as if we had just seen it set. I feel a tingling sensation in my stomach as I embrace the reality that I am loved.
I crave that. That feeling that no matter what I do, he will be there by my side. If i fuck up he won’t be disappointed, but rather help me figure out how to fix it. If I come home a little too drunk one evening, he won’t be upset. He will find my constant giggling cute and he will help me remove my makeup and brush my hair.
I crave the feeling of knowing I am loved, because he won’t be scared to voice his feelings. He will breathe out his disbelief that he is so lucky to have me when I’m doing even the smallest of things. He will tell me how much he loves me when I get out of bed to get ready, him begging me not to leave the warm sheets. To come back and have our bodies intertwined once more as he holds me. He will hold my hand as we walk down the street, because he wants to show me off to the world, that I am his and he is mine. I want him to place my hand on the gear shift and then his own hand over that, just so he can feel me in some way when he doesn’t have the opportunity to look at me.
I crave the feeling of loving him back. To have my stomach get butterflies when I get a text from him. To be excited to see him, even if we just saw each other a few days ago. To have him lay in my lap when he is sick so I can stroke his hair until he falls asleep, dabbing a towel on his fevered forehead. I want to refuse to go to sleep after a fight, not wanting to sleep upset- to talk it out instead.
I crave the feeling of being a part of something. To do little things together, like baking. To just mess around with the flour or the powdered sugar, dipping my finger in the batter and then wiping it on his nose, laughing at his confused face. To go grocery shopping for my parents together. Me sitting in the cart as he pushes me around and we laugh. Doing face-masks on a night in, a cheesy movie playing on the TV but we don’t pay any attention to it. We talk about our days and our dreams. To go to the beach late in the evening, just making the sunset, taking silly pictures of each other in the pretty lighting.
I take a picture of him as he admires the view, not realizing I’m capturing the moment. He looks so lost in daydreams, so calm. I stare at the picture for a few seconds before I make it my wallpaper. I lock my phone and walk over to him. He pulls me in, wrapping his arms around me and resting his head on top of mine, my back pressed against his chest as he holds me tight. We watch as the sun paints the sky in a gorgeous color a picture could never justify.
I crave feeling safe in his arms. I crave his affection. I crave him.
Just a pic of Della Duck eating some chocolate covered donuts. It’s
something that she craved a few minutes ago. I wonder which triplet gave
her that craving? X3
Della Duck © Disney
Banana bread lover 😍
I don’t like meat. I don’t like the taste, but mostly I don’t enjoy the texture. Different meats, same story.
Occasionally though, I will cave meat like no one’s business. I will feel a need to scarf down an Italian grinder or catch and kill my own buffalo to eat. So, I buy a sandwich. Then, comes the regret. I eat it as I am disgusted by it. The texture bothers me and the taste sticks to the back of my throat. My stomache rebels, but my body is oddly satisfied.
To be honest, I’ve always had weird cravings. I started craving potatoe salad some years ago. Just out of the blue, even though I had never had it before. It was weird to salivate over the thought of a food I had never had interest in trying (because ew mayonaise).
It happens again and again and these cravings don’t stop til I sate them, and I’m not about to waste food if I’ve bought a container of whatever the stuff is.
I’m sick of this happening. Why can’t I just crave chocolate or crisps.
Coffee and cheesecake will not make the PMS go away, but they sure do make me happy. 🥰
WITH SUCH A HUNGER, I HAVE AWAKENED
EVERY EYE OPEN WIDE AND STARING, EVERY TONGUE LASHING FOR A TASTE, EVERY LIMB GRIPPING AT THE HALLOWED STONE…
Self-harm truly feels like the only way out right now.
Sadly, I can’t do any of the things I’m really craving.
Why do I have the weirdest cravings. I literally crave dough. Like to eat flour uncooked what is wrong with me.
Kabalite: Mistress we raided the so called… ‘Bakery World’ like you asked…
Skourna: Did you get what I asked?
Kabalite: We captured many slaves my miss-
Skourna: Did you GET what I asked for?
Kabalite: Y-yes my lady…
Skourna: Then I’ve heard enough, bring me my cookie dough!
I wish you’d call me more
I wish you would crave my voice, like I crave yours
I wish you’d want to know what’s on my mind
I wish you would think of me as often as I think of you
I wish you you’d hug me and tell me you love me from time to time
I wish I would not have to ask for your affection
I wish I could tell you what I wish for
Do you ever wake up CRAVING something? Well this morning I craved, Peanut Butter cookies. My craving has been SATISFIED! Check these out, recipe below.
Easy Peanut Butter Cookies
Makes about 12 cookies
1 C Peanut Butter *
1 C Sugar
1 Tsp Baking Soda
1 Tsp Vanilla
¼ Tsp Salt
1. Preheat oven 350 degrees. Line a baking sheet with parchment paper.
2. In bowl, beat together all ingredients.
3. Drop 12 spoons of cookie dough about 2” apart. I roll dough into balls and then squish down with a fork making criss cross pattern. Sprinkle with sugar. Bake 11-12 minutes. Cookies will be soft, let cool for 5 minutes and then transfer to wire rack to cool completely.
*Note: I used Natural Peanut Butter it worked as picture shows but slightly crumbly. Still delicious and would do it again!
Recipe thanks to Martha Stewart & … my mom who did similar recipe growing up (1 egg, 1 C Peanut butter, 1 C sugar) as I’m sure many moms in past did too.
Picture by Table Gal.
-touches hand accidentally-
no. wait. do that again.
I just had a huge craving for blueberries. Which is kind of a big deal. As a food addict, just because I’m trying to lose weight and recover doesn’t mean that the cravings go away. However, they have gotten easier. I’m also just realizing that I’m not craving the same food that I used to, and I think that that’s huge.