youaregoodatthings: I am really good at napping the day away, and then complaining that my schedule is too busy.
Let the lover be disgraceful, crazy, absentminded. Someone sober will worry...– Rumi (via Swanfeather Songs)
Sitting in bed with my boyfriend playing words...
matturday: they’re just fictional characters I screamed as I reached into my chest, pulled my heart out and flung it out a window
If somebody likes me, I want them to like the real me, not what they think I am....– The Perks of Being a Wallflower (via holliann)
pregnat4: my whole life consists of wondering whether or not to make the bitchy comment
I absolutely HATE working out. Every minute of every Jillian video is pure torture to me. I hate sweating, I hate being short of breath, I hate the pain in my arms, and my legs, and my abs, and my ankles, and my knees, and, and , and , and…it never ends. But I keep doing it because I want to see myself the way Zach does. Now, this is actually a completely unrealistic goal, because no miracle...
I think I love him the most in the mornings (post shower, to be exact, since I hate everything before I’m fully awake) when I walk back in the room and he’s taking up the whole bed, wrapped in a cocoon that almost always includes my leopard print blanket. I ease my way back under the covers and wait for him to stretch and yawn, to wiggle his nose and look up at me with his sleepy...
dearoldlove: I still wear your socks, but it’s not as good as playing footsie with you.
I knew I shoulda gone straight home after work...
but with Zach out of town turkey hunting, I thought it would be nice to take a short lunch, punch out early and do a little shopping. What a terrible decision. There I was, innocently browsing the tacky wallets on display at Gordmans when I heard some voices approaching. I casually glanced up and then immediately did a double take. There was MJ, the ex that likes to text Zach whenever...
Life is either a daring adventure or nothing– Helen Keller (via simtan)