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Rain, rain go away, or bring my man to cuddle with me all day. #waterdropsthebass

I am so proud of my relationship.

We’ve been together for about 2 and a half years or so.
We’re also best friends, which I think is really important.

He and I have been through so much, mistakes being done on both sides. We’ve been through our rough patch most recently, but we’ve pushed forward. We didn’t give up.

I think what helped was that we both only looked at each other and to each other, we both kept fighting rather than giving up, and we both focused on what was special about us.

Yesterday we hung out and had such a great time. It was like a breath of fresh air and we both realized that we only feel like this when we’re with each other. It’s a point where our friends don’t quite fill in that spot.

I’m so proud that unlike many couples that just give up, we’ve made it through a rough time. It gives me confidence for in the future when we will go through a tough time again.

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Haha in this picture it’s obvious I’m short because he got cut off :<
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Wow my man is so hot. He’s the one on the right. 

(Obviously jokez)
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Life is weird.

It’s also hard.

Harder than any type of teenage drama. Harder than being a kid and being sad about not having the coolest pencil in class. Harder than being in college and being kind of broke.

Boo hoo. 

But, happiness and unhappiness eb and flow. And sometimes life gets easier. It just never stops being weird.

I’m really happy we fixed things. Now let’s just get better.



You know when you think youre brave and you pluck up the courage to say something and things dont go up to plan i guess what im trying to say is I FUCKED UP HOW DO I UN FUCK UP


"Love isn’t him calming you down when you yell. It’s him yelling, just as loud, just as hard, right back at you, right in your face to wake you up and keep you grounded. It isn’t him bringing you roses everyday or cute things that make your relationship appear more presentable. It’s after a long fight, that drains the life and bones out of both of you, and yet him showing up at your door the next morning anyway. It’s not him saying all the right things or knowing exactly how to handle you. It’s not him caressing your hair and telling you everything is going to be alright. It’s him standing there, admitting he’s just as scared as you are. You have to remember that with love, you’re not the only one involved. You’ve unknowingly put your life, your heart into the palms of another person’s hands and said, “Here. Do what you will. Mash it into mince meat, or forget I ever handed it to you."


No sympathy for rapists, no sympathy for abusers, no sympathy for those who side with them. No excuses for their behavior, no justifications, no exceptions.

(via sictransithousetyrell)