Life doesn’t get easier or more forgiving, we get stronger and more resilient.
Happiness touches my lips with soft fingertips, slow and weary tickles, that don’t ever stay long. Sadness grips me by the throat, forcing me to come closer as it slides down into my chest, forcing it’s way through my veins. It demands to be felt, it demands to be noticed.
I don’t think
we ever fall out of love,
we just fall in love more
with other people.
So I guess
I will love you forever,
but I hope it will fade
as I learn to love
|Reasons to marry me:||We'd eat pizza and listen to good music together and we'd probably fuck 14 times a week and buy too many pets and build pillow forts.|
No one should ever ask themselves that: why am I unhappy? The question carries within it the virus that will destroy everything. If we ask that question, it means we want to find out what makes us happy. If what makes us happy is different from what we have now, then we must either change once and for all or stay as we are, feeling even more unhappy.
this is really cute i promise.
Cutest lap dance I’ve ever fucking seen.