I`m Ann. Russian. 20+ years old. Drama student. Pro-life. Bookworm and film fan.


One of my rules is to be honest with myself no matter what. So it’s time to accept that my strongest fear is what I think is a little bit humiliating - I may get used to spend nights under his blanket wrapped by his arms scenting his smell after tasting his skin and feeling him everywhere. Only one fear might be stronger - that I already did.

Isn’t that weird? We aren’t in love with each other but we surprisingly like thoughts about having kids together. Yeah, I like them too though I’ll never tell him that. And there’s something unexplainable touching in how categorical he is prohibiting abortion.