I keep thinking oh man, I’m so immature. How am I allowed to be an adult.
Then I spend time with teenagers.
And it’s like, wow, okay, yeah. I am an adult. I am so adult. Look at me adulting all over the place.
Married life with Ellen and Portia.
IDC HOW MANY TIMES IVE REBLOGGED THIS IT IS LITERALLY MY FAVOURITE FUCKING THING
when ‘i love you’ escapes your lips and it doesn’t seem like enough
so you say it again with more conviction and it still falls short
of conveying what you really feel
I will wake up at three AM
And I will roll over
Into your arms.
You will rub my back
Until I fall back to sleep.
I will wait for that.
What is love?
"You weren’t perfect but you made life worth it"
It’s not the breakup that hurts the most.It’s the post trauma that follows it. It is waking up and checking your phone for the messages that isn’t there. it’s like starting your life over again and you have no idea where to begin.