Let the words fall out <3
He’s beautiful and I love him. I am so very completely in love with him it astounds me. I catch myself off guard with errant thoughts on how wonderful he is. I trust him. Implicitly and inherently. That is something boys and girls, because this prideful little girl was taught to trust nothing and no one. Being paranoid may keep you alive, but it will do a relationship no good. I absolutely adore him. Over the weekend I have pondered the many reasons and delved into my psyche to ensure this was not, in fact, superficial. Don’t get me wrong, he is absolutely the most aesthetically pleasing person I have ever been in any sort of relationship with, but even if he wasn’t, I would love him. Because it’s not about how delicious his shoulders are, or how absolutely devastating his winks can be, or even how ayfuckingmayzing we are together sexually, it’s about the fact that laying on the couch watching comedians, or sitting on the floor watching tv, waiting impatiently for him to finally rejoin the land of the living, I am completely calm and happy. Even when he’s not intentionally making me smile, or doing ridiculous things that I find simultaneously hilarious and embarrassing, I am happy just to be there with him. Ladies and gentlemen, he is the rock that would see me through many a storm. He is strong, and steady, and beautiful inside as well as outside. Maybe I’m waxing poetic, maybe I’m infatuated, but I’ve done those things before, and this, this I have never been privileged enough to experience before. The craziest part? I’m pretty sure he loves me as much as I love him. I have no idea why, and I don’t care, because I will beg, borrow, and steal every single second I can have of him in my life.
I don’t care about the age difference, the distance, or the many rules we are constantly tip-toeing around, I simply need him in my life. For the very first time in my life, I feel like maybe, just maybe, it could be to have and to hold, instead of always having and never holding.
He told me he loved me more than he loves himself last night. That’s a big deal to people like us. People who put our pride, our vanity, and most particularly, our self preservation before any other thing on the planet. I believe him. Maybe that’s foolish and naive, and he will rip out my oh-so-very-fragile heart and feed it to me. If anyone was ever worth that cost though, it is most assuredly him. He has made every single hard thing I’ve been through completely worth it.
Every mile driven, every gallon of gas burned, every cent paid, is meaningless once I’m with him.
I’d never count the cost, it’s worth all that’s lost.
I need to learn how to make-up…
this literally makes me super happy.
anyone who says make-up isn’t an art form is stupid
My boyfriend and I have done this. He’s so amazing.
but can we talk about how he caught her with one arm
^ thought I was the only one who noticed
Ahh to be small enough to do this
Your fingerprints are all over who I am now."
"She never looked nice. She looked like art, and art wasn’t supposed to look nice; it was supposed to make you feel something."
great even a horse has better hair than me
“I’ve been wondering all along if you would turn out to be that lovely girl I met on May Day. Why were you scared then?”
The Fault In Our Stars by John Green.
"no i don’t like disney it’s for kids" you need to bibbity bobbity back the fuck up out of my life