True love is an infinite energy body held within the home of the heart. It is boundless, it is loud, it is silent, and it is passionate. True love is a gift I feared to experience, because true love is true loss of self. And not because you become something you’re not, but only because with your true love, there lies everything you need and everything you can become. It is a grandest gift to experience and share every slip-up, every tear, every movie, and every morning with the other half of your soul. True love is being complete. True love is being one together. True love never stops or halts, only grows more with each slow breath. Filling our lungs with laughter, and our minds with comfort. True love is doing your laundry while you load a bowl. True love is making you dinner because I want to fill your belly with only the finest cuisine. True love is seeing your sleepy face in the morning. True love is arguing over what to spend tax returns on. True love is working as a team, and conquering anything that comes across the path in infinite and deep surity of a safe arrival…in each other’s arms. True love is you and me, on our own. True love was finding an apartment, making love at midnight, potty training our puppy, touchy temperatured showers, cockroaches, and instant mashed potatoes. I feared true love but it was never what I thought it was, and now I know I’m never turning back, no.
why is slut even an insult i mean i’m getting laid and you’re not so
Dear fucking God I just wish I could just chill for a minute. And a fatty ass burger would be bomb too.
packing packing packing whoooooo; time for new life, moving out and on my own for the first time never sounded so free and lovely. hehe.
