Pros of living with the boyfriend: he makes exponentially better food, his glasses prescription now fits my eyes better than my old one, and I always have a better smelling longer lasting deodorant when mine runs out.
Cons of living with the boyfriend: apparently I CANT wear his shirts and glasses and deodorant whenever I want.
I think the saddest people always try their hardest to make people happy
because they know what it’s like to feel absolutely worthless
and they don’t want anyone else to feel like that.❞
just by the change
of tone in your
be with someone
who loves the
you hate the most
fall in love with
looks at you and
knows they don’t
want anyone else
I am haunted by all the editions of books that are prettier than the ones I already own.
It’s weird how if you’ve experienced something it’s much easier to recognize someone else experiencing the same thing. Which applies for deep and troubling matters, yes, but I’m not being insightful. I just mean that I watched our neighbour walking slowly sort of bent over holding a towel in their own backyard. And I thought “no couldn’t be” but it was. She was trying to pick up her pet hedgehog.
The struggle is real. I don’t really miss my hedgehog.