#roash

[poetsass]

hgjgkfk i tried to type roadhog and i wrote roash and i died

[matcha-lemonina]

i’m grateful ro and i have such a shitty sense of humor because in our hypothetical wedding there are going to be taxidermied ducks there and a golden retriever as the ring barrer and you’re all invited byeeeee  

[matcha-lemonina]

me haz desamparada en maneras tan maravillosas, que nunca supe yo podria sentir. 

te amo, es por supesto. 

cuanto, tanto... es algo que nunca voy a poder poner en palabras. solo se que quiero esto para siempre. 

[matcha-lemonina]

currently, i’m taking a break from submitting my math assignment because i am so crazy consummated by how fucking wonderful my lovely person is. i love my boyfriend so much, like it is the most wonderful feeling being in bed with someone and waking up next to them the next day, knowing that they are feeling the exact same warmth that you are (both metaphorical and literal) and knowing that your relationship has gone through so much only to get to the wonderful point that we’ve reached. it’s like, strangely wonderful. because there is so much history, so much that we’ve known about each other, all the fucking drama we had to face and for it to just get to where we want it to be. obviously, there are things that we’re never going to understand about each other, things we will never do in this life, but at the end of the road its going to be us and our dogs and everything we’ve ever wanted, there’s going to be the things we have done and like... and fucking, godshljsdak it’s not going to be easy, or perfect, but all that doesn’t even seem like a trouble, because of the fact that we’re so good and strong because we talk and communicate our shit out and like ??? it’s such a wonderful feeling knowing that this wonderful person is in your existence and in the time that we’re in like fuuuuuuck we can take on the world someday, and we might not be rich or live the most perfect lives, but on god, we’ve had each other most of the way, and from now things are looking great, they’re just going to keep going and i’m excited for everything to fall into place oh my geoesjklsajlfl 

genuinely, i want all my friends to feel this way (and no not the years worth of drama but certainly) the feeling of having to met such a great individual, the feeling of a reciprocal support system, someone to wake up to in the morning and be genuinely happy to be with disregardless of how shitty and annoying and dreadful other people and situations in your life are or can be. like, i woke up today to his wonderful walnut eyes and as i sit here on my couch, pouring my heart out through a bunch of keys into this digital world of ... blogging... 

holy shit i just love him so much. 

[matcha-lemonina]

shit happens. 

[matcha-lemonina]

we’re both struggling adults just trying to survive. gotta remind myself of that. 

[matcha-lemonina]

the stench of weed was everywhere. frat houses going wild, right across from the Wilde complex. had i known everything would’ve happened, i would’ve told myself it was a lie. but it wasn’t, it was all a rebel thrill, the shit your mom and dad tell you to avoid once you go into that new stage of your life, and wonderful enough for us, it’s college. 

we slept for an hour or so, post watching those cringy indie movies, and the cartoons we’d watch as we fell in love. lights out, and i accidentally tap your face as i stretched out on the oldest, comfiest couch you brought me to. oh, the many college kids, i’m sure would do the same things we’d do. hands touch, togetherness is finally on our side. 

*poke, poke, poke* i insisted on his shoulder. “I missed you.” i said it, “i can’t sleep.” and somehow, we were hand in hand, mine so close to your heart, to your soul. us.

make one thing meet another and just carefully, they may start to fall in love. “this probably isn't heathy for the either one of us.” the bright side, luckily, we both agreed. “but that was in the past.” “and we were both less knowledgeable than now!” maybe we’re just making excuses to advance into what we both knew we wanted, but that’s okay. that’s alright because if you believe hard enough, it just might work out. 

slowly, were reaching for one another, whether it be in our “sleep” or wide-eyed and ecstatic without our eyes adjusting to what we wanted to see. and some how we find ourselves in each others’ arms. familiar, as if we were molded for one another as we’ve always been. 

5:36 am, still we run on empty on the grounds of no sleep. so are we going to do this? .. “i am if you are.” somehow, within the progression of soft kisses, hard kisses, the caresses from your hand through my hair - you’d call it Lion’s Mane. 

time progresses, clothes start to disappear. serenity between our two souls kept growing deeper, like his elongated extremities within me. “my god..” we’d cry out, as if this had been waiting on for the fruits of time to be ripe. 

i hope you never change your mind. It was always you, Ro.