#boyfraaaan

[valpalgalpal]

the boy turns 21 today and he is not here to snuggle.

[valpalgalpal]

I'm just trying to send my boy a thing why is it this hard

[valpalgalpal]

NO BUT REALLY GOSH I LOVE HIM HE'S SUCH A FUCKING CUTIE HE'S SO GREAT AND HE BELIEVES IN ME AND HE DOESN'T BABY ME LIKE A LOT OF OTHER PEOPLE DO BUT HE STILL UNDERSTANDS MY "BAD DAYS" AND HE PUSHES ME TO BE A BETTER PERSON WITHOUT BEING RUDE ABOUT IT AND HE'S JUST SO AMAZING AND THAT'S WHY I'VE DATED THIS GOOBER FOR 4 YEARS. FOUR ACTUAL YEARS, OCTOBER 10TH. HE DOES MORE THAN PUT UP WITH ME. HE UNDERSTANDS THAT I JUST HAVE SHIT MOTIVATION BUT I CAN DO STUFF. HE IS BEAUTIFUL AND SMART AND HE HAS HIS FLAWS AND SO DO I BUT GOSH I LOVE THAT GUY WOW.

[valpalgalpal]

okay but my boyfriend and i did the dancing thing at the wedding and we took pictures with the bride and groom and they had a photobooth downstairs and ughhh he's so cute i love him 

[totoropudding]

I have the dorkiest, most adorable and loving boyfriend who'll lipsync songs to me over Skype at shit o'clock in the morning. 

[excitedbones]

I don’t want to be at work. I wanna be in bed. For ever. With Riley. Okay bye.

[shanners-xo]

There's a beautiful symmetry, when you look at the people who enter your life, and those who leave it. Its a non-exact science as to who you think will stick around and don't, and those who you don't think will, then do. Its romantic enough that you fall in love with a boy, who at the time, you think is all your heart will ever want, but then the day comes, and you wake up to an empty bed and a self-esteem that has been so crushed you can't even look in the mirror.

Then you meet a guy, and everything about you slightly shifts; he sees your guard up, from the last fucker, he sees it and it doesn't scare him, in fact he's able to love you more because of the wall, not in spite of it. He sees you, and he holds onto you, and you have to remember that once upon a time, you knew you were worth a guy like him, you knew you had all this love to give someone, and that you had tried to hand it to someone who was too busy beating his fists against every wall he could, and you, to take it and appreciate it. You remember that even when you were circling the drain, feeling like pond scum, that a part of you was screaming, WE'RE SO MUCH MORE THAN THIS.

You stop feeling sad, and scared and angry and everything that you've barely allowed yourself to feel --and you breathe-- because its nice to breathe in the smell of someone you know isn't going to leave. Its nice to dance in the view of someone who hugs your body like your favourite jeans, its nice to sing with someone who doesn't turn up the radio to drown out your voice. Its nice to be wanted, and to want someone in a way that doesn't leave you with a hollow ache, that only leads you to think you've failed in some way. 

If anything, I've become so aware that every scratch that was put on my shiny, plastic coating was to allow someone as good as my boy to seep down into my pores and fill me up with the feeling of being so loved, so cared for, that I am not afraid of anything when he's around. He makes me whole on my own, and such a better person. Giggity.