France in less than two weeks.
Letting go of a lot.
Taking on new challenges.
Trying to stay calm.
(Source: debilitating, via wewereallinlovethenweallgothurt)
The more I look back at my first relationship, the more I thank sweet baby Jesus that I got out of it. Even despite my (many!) flaws in the relationship, it was just so imperfect and forced and one-sided and not able to be fixed. It was so heteronormative… I know that sounds like a weird way to describe it, but it was so divided into boxes, like, YOU’RE the girl, you are IRRATIONAL. You know? I don’t know. I’m just delving into this because I went through such a huge depression after the break-up (not even necessarily due to the break-up, I honestly felt liberated when it was over) that I didn’t have time to think about, and when I did, I blamed myself for everything.
It seems so long ago. It was so long ago…over two years ago. I’ve been in another relationship longer than that one lasted, and it’s just so easy. I mean, it is by NO means easy. My (close) friends would understand this, but aside from those “obstacles” the love/bond there is just so pure and natural. We communicate. We are always honest with one another. We don’t necessarily label things or take on our prescribed gender roles. It’s just fluid and nice.
I couldn’t be happier now. Love love love.
for a good ten minutes while watching the end of American Beauty.
I never cry over movies.
What?
(Source: tyranny-of-evil-men)
My boyfriend secretly wishes that I were Christina Hendricks. Obviously I do, too. Meh!
(Source: boobsandfannynaughty)
Charles Baudelaire. You get me.
(Source: depredando)
And when will it start?
Room is clean. Laundry done. Praise Jesus.
Short hair, starting not to care.
Need to work out… Thinking pilates and a jog. Yeah?
(Source: betterputadonit)