I’m just tired of being sick. That’s all. 😷😰😴😴
Tired Tuesday.
Goodnight🐙🌑
I don’t want it to get cold..😿
I asked you, ‘Tell me about her.’ And you looked me in the eyes and replied, ‘Well, what do you want to know?’ and that’s the exact moment I knew you didn’t love her, not really. See, if you did you would’ve gone on about how her voice is now your favorite sound. That when she is next to another women their beauty doesn’t even compare to hers. How even when she steals the blankets at 3am you’re just glad she’s warm. That when she touches you, even slightly, it causes the hairs on the back of your neck to stand. How when you kiss you don’t know whose air your breathing but you know that all you want is to be there in that moment forever. That you can see yourself having three children and a dog in a beautiful house someday soon. How her eyes are pure and truthful and when you look into them all you feel is happiness. That her laugh is what you live for even though it’s loud and obnoxious. How looking at her makes all the bad seem okay. You would’ve gone on a rant about her without hesitation, like the way I do when someone asks me why I still love you. (via n4ughty-y)

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1 week ago // 14,577 notes
You know what’d be really fucking cool?

If my husband would quit being a Tumblr slut. THAT would be cool.

Maybe then we could go back to being an actual family and raise our son.

Jesus fucking shit, man.


1 week ago // 1 note
How hard could it possibly fucking be to remember how you felt when you vowed to be my rock and my everything. How can you forget the feeling that spread the most beautiful, heartwarming smile when you first saw me walking down the isle. How could you forget any of us. I sure as fucking hell can’t.
Just fix it with me, damnit. 
We made a promise
An emotional binding
To make us one. 
I planned to spend the rest of my life with you. 
All I’ve ever wanted from you was to treat us like your family. 
Treat me like your wife
Instead of your side bitch.
"Did that full moon force my hand?
Or that un-marked hundred grand?
Ooh, underneath the water;
Please forgive me father.”
"Miles and miles in my bare feet;
Still can’t lay me down to sleep.
If I die before I wake, 
I know the Lord my soul won’t take.”
  • Look, all I want is a claw-foot bathtub surrounded by:
  • Bowls of chocolate chips,
  • Cheesecake,
  • Brownies
  • Nectar of the Gods (AKA Arizona Green Tea),
  • Sprite,
  • And a window wall so I can look out at the trees while I go into a diabetic coma.

I don’t think I’m asking too much.


3 weeks ago // 4 notes