Ya know what Stephenie Meyer implying Edward would just bust his propose to Bella in the same woods he left her in like that was PEAK bad writing as if my extra in love boy wouldn’t take her to Paris for that or going full Napoleon and conquering her the entirety of Europe 11 years old me been KNEW Edward’s propose was a whole event and no one can change my mind I don’t care I don’t care
Seven years ago on April Fool’s Day I got divorced.
For a lot of that time I was convinced I’d never find love again. I was also very skeptical of marriage in general.
Luckily, I was wrong, because I did find love again. A man who loves me and cares for me with so much gentleness and kindness. It’s so much more than I ever expected. More than I even believed I deserved. Divorce can really fuck up your self-esteem.
It’s not a perfect relationship, and I am still skeptical about marriage as a concept. Maintaining a healthy, loving, happy relationship for a lifetime is very difficult work. It feels impossible at times. Love often is such a precarious thing.
My expectations are definitely different the second time around. They’re much lower, and somehow I think it’s much healthier this way.
If your husband doesn’t treat you like this, get yourself a new husband boo.. You’re very beautiful and you deserve more 🥰💁🏾♀️👑
I can’t tell if it’s the quarantine and lack of pussy or real love but my boyfriend is starting to hint at marrying me and boy is this a plot twist bc I didn’t think I’d ever find love or get married.
Basically two kingdoms come together and they want to make a treaty. When the peace and trade details are agreed, the two monarchies will want to cement their work with a wedding. They will exchange portraits and descriptions, notes will be made of a prince’s accomplishments and of the bride’s beauty and likelihood to bear children. They will argue back and forth for a while until they sign the treaty. The bride will be sent over after she is deemed fit to bear children and the wedding will be concluded a week or even earlier after her arrival.
In captivity of the know of seem to be…
Alive and well now
In reason to be as delicate as I can
Of love sworn now
To the devils storm
It resumes… I think
To be of… alone
The simple matter
Of not being touched
In so long
It doesn’t worry me
I cannot feel… anymore
Of vision to God
I tell it cannot be
And all of love
And to true of be
We are all stricken
In way of gentleness
To be vision of God
There is passion
In passionate words
And then of be
We soft and magnificent
And to be of the Lord
Is a driving rain
It is precious
The air goes out
The breath does not!
And all stops
In way of the Lord
Of heart to be simple
We can only try
The simple of poem
To be read way
To say to another
To not despair
There is… us
And to be human
Of all to love and all be
There is a way to soon
And all of it
That says and moves
We must not listen to
In moment of hardness
There is all
In love to be passionate
tomorrow I start my job at a veteran retirement home ☺️ honored & blessed!!
-tbh -You and your s/o fusing into one powerful being that will take over the world and dream about doing bad things but never do them.
-Getting banned from places because you are too emo and miserable together instead of on your own
-Not blogging about furries but not hating on them either unless they are committing sexual acts on animals
-writing deep and emotionally manipulative haikus about popular tv sitcom friends
-sighing sadly and not descending to any lower forms of being
-openly pretending to care on online forums and murdering each other irl
-screaming obscenities about autocorrect to the void
-sharing nightmares about medieval ladies who romanticize worms.
-avoiding bronies who wear all black because we don’t need to be called out for enjoying shrimp like the badass crows we are
-eating late capitalism for a midnight snack, soft broiled over the open flames of the republicans.
-Making pillow forts against SJWs to protect our collective couple dignity and happiness, and protect our shrimp
-tbh no politics it all hurts until we get back into it as a collective couple hyper fixation and flinging shrimps at former mentioned SJW’s
Thanks I really love my fictional boyfriend he is very pink and sweet and psychic
Im kind of at low point trying to keep up.
I’m punching at the air so I let out my frustrations in the midst of our conversations. I feel like I’m on a rollercoaster of unknown boundaries.
I feel like I’m giving, but all I’m hearing it that I’m taking.
A water and fire sign together? Did I pour myself on too much on to you that I put out your fire?
Did you light a fire under me that I evaporated into air?
You’re asking of things that you want, but once I give than what? Will it be an endless cycle of you asking for things that you may think are a solution. And I’ll give and give to what extent?
You crave change but there’s work to be done. A big house with white picket fence, a family to call our own. But the fear of actually achieving it, sometimes comes off do I deserve this?
So you run.
And I chase.
But are you running from me? or you running from stability?
You’re a wild fire who loathes commitment.
And I’m a soul who goes with the flow.
You stopped seeing me, you stopped hearing, you stopping looking. Sometimes I think you lost interest. Sometimes I think you crave a new muse and you’re just waiting that spark to show up unexpectedly.