Not until we are lost do we begin to understand ourselves.
—Henry David Thoreau (via lazyyogi)
Gaber can now carry a gun without any of you knowing! :D
When I was trying to quit smoking
and we drank white wine from Mason jars,
you called my freckles cocoa powder
and I called your green eyes
I am learning how to be a grown-up
who pays bills, cooks her own meals,
and doesn’t cry at words like
I think I just want to be friends.
The truth is this:
Love is an organic thing.
It rots and softens.
if someone ever cheats on me im going to invite them for a romantic candle lit dinner in a deserted area and then im going to tell them stories about how i killed my ex boyfriend in the woods because he cheated on me and then im going to point to the trees and say “actually those woods right over there” and then im going to blow out the candle and laugh
I wish I would have found this before my ex cheated on me.
Hahahaha this is so great