I KNEW EVEN BEFORE I FUCKING PRESSED IT CHRIST
Half of me is a good girl who just wants to bake and snuggle and wear pearls
The other half is a sassy wild woman who wants all of the adventure and all of the cute boys
Why is it that people, particularly women, have a hard time believing they’re treasured? I mean, I understand. I’ve been there. I know that heart sinking moment when your Mom walks past you, pats your tummy and says, “Still my fluffy Harley I see” and all you can think is, “I lost 10 pounds”. Its…
This man… He’s a keeper.
Everyone go follow him.
Be picky with who you invest your time in, wasted time is worse than wasted money.
The problem with being twentysomething, is that you’re trying to kickstart a career on top of, you know, finding a life partner. Lots of expectations, and I’m not really interested in just “settling”… in either subject.
You could make the argument that I shouldn’t be so picky on the husband…