I haven’t posted a selfie in a while but I still am very cute just to keep you updated
midwesttprep said: I'm sorry, I accidentally reblogged like everything I saw on your blog. I didn't mean to give you so many notifications, but oh my goodness your blog is amazing😍😍😍
Hahah no worries! Thank you I totally appreciate it xo
Life with her will be the Fourth of July. Full of fireworks and celebration. You will love life. She’ll kiss you the way the sun kisses your skin when you walk out of her house—just soft enough to give you chills. You will enjoy her. And yourself. She’ll make you forget it’s a Tuesday night because every night with her is a Friday night. You will mistake her eyes for stars because they shine so bright when she catches you staring at her. She’ll make you forget every bad day you’ve ever had and every girl who ever broke your heart. Life will be good.
You’ll feel at home. You’ll feel loved and free for the first time in years. Life with her will change you. Slowly but surely,
you will fall half in love.
Then, when it ends, and it always ends, you will be empty. You’ll think about her all day. You’ll realize she has leaked into every part of your life. The cracks in your seats will be full of her fallen hairs. The bend of your knee will be outlined with her knee because you always wrapped your leg up in hers. Your lips will taste like her lipstick every time you lick them. And every single time you close your eyes you will see hers. You will see her favorite number everywhere you look. You’ll be reminded of her by every sad song you sing on the way home from work. You’ll scream her name and hate yourself because it still tastes as sweet as her skin that hot Fourth of July when you almost told her you loved her.
You will lose yourself. And then find yourself on your tailgate getting drunk on cheap beer listening to discount fireworks in the distance. Funny how they sound like your heart battling your mind. You’ll laugh because you think you’re the winner here. But you’ve been a loser all your life.
The sun will set. You will lose sleep thinking about what’s wrong with you. You will regret overusing “you’re beautiful” and never saying you love her. You’ll fall asleep whispering, “I gave you my heart.”
You will wake up and it will start all over.”