[capacity]

*scrolls far back into my blog* oh yes…i was suffering quite vigorously here

[sikhfam]

I love being sent memes and people being like “this is you” or “this made me think of you”.  Even if the meme is roasting me thank you for thinking about me ily.

[my-soul-to-reap]

[windows5]

me, drinking juice at 1pm: breakfast

me, eating a bag of chips at 4pm: lunch

me, eating a flour tortilla with nothing on it at 10pm: dinner

[summoningspark]

me, cooking a three course meal at 2am: bedtime snack

[frawgs]

If you ever hear me breathe deeply it’s not because I’m annoyed it’s because I forget to breathe sometimes

[sexxaesthetics]

you know what’s hot?

open and honest communication, genuine effort to understand someone else’s perspective, love and affection,

[shareaquote]

You can’t find me in someone else.

birkinvibes (via shareaquote)

[erikalj]

I don't know why I always do this so I apologize to anyone who follows me and is used to or isn't used to me always turning to Tumblr when I get my heartbroken

[erikalj]

Being with him felt surreal, I was constantly worried that it was too good to be true that one day I would wake up and he'd be gone...being with him was..

Waking up to forehead kisses, smiles, and coffee in bed

Getting a good morning text even if we had slept next to each other all night and he had already left for work

Constantly being told I was beautiful, no matter how drunk, sick, sad, tired, angry, afraid or happy I felt

Always being touched in some way, shape or form because whether he knew it or not it made me feel safe

Holding me while we slept and squeezing my hand just a little bit tighter when I'd move and accidentally wake him

Doing everything in his power to make me smile when he had no idea why I was even crying in the first place

Getting me whatever it is I wanted even after I told him not to because he knew it would make me smile

Listening to me even when I didn't make any sense and he didn't agree with me

Making me feel like the most important person in the world whenever we were together

Being with him was being so comfortable around someone that you didn't even realize how much of an idiot you were being until he just laughed and joined you. Being with him was the constant feeling of safety and the constant feeling of love no matter how annoying we were being. Being with him was a blessing and I don't think I can ever thank him enough for teaching me to love myself and what it's like to feel love in return.

[photow]

[rxh]

[gillsong]

[lettingmyselflove]

[6flex]

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[erikalj]

me: wakes up

me: continues 2 chill for another 3 hrs in bed for good measure