Rule 1: Don’t let someone be too important in your life.
You are my best friend as well as my lover, and I do not know which side of you I enjoy the most. I treasure each side, just as I have treasured our life together.
Even if you come home late and I’m already asleep, just whisper in my ear one little thought you had today. Because I love the way you look at the world. And I’m so happy I get to be next to you and look at the world through your eyes.
Some women want to be house wives and some women want to be Harvard professors and some women want to be porn stars and some women want to be nuns and some women want to be surgeons and there is nothing wrong with anyone’s profession I am sick of people being rude to women about their professions oh my god
I craved him constantly, so deeply it was a physical ache.
I can’t talk about you with beautiful metaphors, you know? I can’t say that you broke my heart and see some beauty in that. I just can’t. I will never say “my silly heart is in little pieces, but it is okay, because I love you, anyway”. I will say, for sure, that you are a fucking shit. I will call you “fucker”. I will say “you broke my fucking heart, so fuck you. I hate you so fucking much! Fuck you. Fuck you. Fuck you”.
Of course I will love you anyway, but I just can’t say it, because love, sometimes, is not beautiful. Some days, it hurts. Some days, I want death. Some days, I also want to break your heart.
If you hurt me, I will try to hurt you. Always. I am sorry, fucker, but understand that I am a shit, too.
I just never broke your heart, because you never loved me enough for that.
on today’s episode of “what’s wrong in my life” my blanket does not cover my feet