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Marry your best friend. I do not say that lightly. Really, truly find the strongest, happiest friendship in the person you fall in love with. Someone who speaks highly of you. Someone you can laugh with. The kind of laughs that make your belly ache, and your nose snort. The embarrassing, earnest, healing kind of laughs. Wit is important. Life is too short not to love someone who lets you be a fool with them. Make sure they are somebody who lets you cry, too. Despair will come. Find someone that you want to be there with you through those times. Most importantly, marry the one that makes passion, love, and madness combine and course through you. A love that will never dilute - even when the waters get deep, and dark.
A love letter to my daughter on the eve of five years. || N’tima Preusser (via apanoplyofsong)
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my two states of mind are either horny or sad
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When I was little I thought being an adult meant not having a bed time but I’ve come to realize that it just means being in charge of my own bed time and it turns out that I am not equipped to handle that responsibility.
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I’m having a, “I hate everyone” kind of day. It’s awesome.
hey guys friendly reminder that not everybody has a good relationship with their mother so please try to avoid reblogging or posting things that might be construed as shaming people for not thanking/praising/loving their moms
thank you
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