Ya know you never really know who you're gonna end up with. My friend used to call this random hook up shrimp dick and now he's her husband and the father of her children and I cant look him in the eye

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Ya know you never really know who you're gonna end up with. My friend used to call this random hook up shrimp dick and now he's her husband and the father of her children and I cant look him in the eye
A daughter's share of punishment
I wish it was always November
White male philosopher tells you he wrote a zombie screenplay
Reading together in bed. All my bookmarks have been handmade by her. All her bookmarks are pictures of me. Bliss.
Would describe my current state as constant decay. Trying to remind myself that rebirth is the inevitable next step. We must reap, after all
Will never ever stop thinking about Faudet saying love and loss share the same unmade bed
I have said it before and I will die on this hill. Women with fathers are only lucky because they did not have to grow up witnessing their mothers experience the heartbreak of dating.
Missing the tenderness today
Forcing positivity as a means of survival and listening to endless and reminding myself that it is in indeed an honor to feel the color of the longest day
Assuring loved ones that I chose life a long time ago is the hardest part of choosing life
â Antoine de Saint-ExupĂ©ry, from letters to Natalie Paley
[text ID: Of course Iâll hurt you. Of course youâll hurt me. Of course we will hurt each other. But this is the very condition of existence.]
Every day I remind myself you are not a possession that I am capable of losing and every day I love you more for it
steady companionship, washing the dishes, remembering each other's favorite food, mending the little traits and habits that make us insufferable to put up with, a constant affection that is not disturbed by fantastic highs or devastating lows, patience, good humor, a shared commitment to being good to each other. a mountain of happiness built one pebble at a time, every day, for decades.
and bids for attention returned positively at least seventy percent of the time, according to the sociologists.
The most beautiful part is that when you find the right person this is the most natural thing in the world. The hard part is constantly becoming a better version of yourself.