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  • May 2, 2013 11:00 pm
    The only one you need in your life is that person who shows you he needs you in his.
    Oscar Wilde  (via thatkindofwoman)

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  • March 28, 2013 9:17 pm
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  • March 28, 2013 9:13 pm
    Give me a job, please.: I went on a date last night and then you texted and asked, again,...

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    I went on a date last night and then you texted and asked, again, whether I would come there. Start our days with coffee, end with you making dinner. Forever. I feel myself tug towards yes and then I remember why it will always be no with you and I.

    There are people in your life who are going to…

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  • March 27, 2013 4:29 pm
    I love you and it’s getting worse.
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  • March 27, 2013 3:51 pm
    We are torn between nostalgia for the familiar and an urge for the foreign and strange. As often as not, we are homesick most for the places we have never known.
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  • March 27, 2013 3:37 pm
    My memory loves you; it asks about you all the time…
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  • March 24, 2013 1:48 pm
    
I’m excited for two decades from now.
I’m excited to reno an old farm house. To paint the walls white and laugh at the plaster in your hair. To rip up the floor boards and squeal at what we find underneath. To replace the shingles and ask ourselves one hundred times what on earth we got ourselves into.To make it our own. I’m excited to see lines at the corners of your eyes that spread out towards your hair. I’m excited to see your hair change colour and length and cut. I want to wake up beside your smile, with two extra decades of happiness, triumph, and pain behind it.
I can’t wait to bring you home flowers because you stubbed your toe on the way to shower that morning. To sit in front of the fireplace with you on a late December night with comfortable silence between us that only decades can bring. To tie a tire swing in the tree out back during a lazy July afternoon and watch your head fall back, full of laughter.
I’m excited to slam the doors. To scream at each other from opposite ends of the painted hallways. To give it up to you because it’ll never ever ever be worth it to see you upset. 
I’m excited for when we make up.
I’m excited to hear a baby crying. To hear little feet trotting down the hallway before jumping into our bed. For the late nights figuring out how we’re going to pay for groceries and back to school clothes and daycare and the mortgage. 
I’m excited for two decades from now. I know I’ve told you this countless times- but all this crazy bullshit is worth it, as long as you’re there waiting for me at the finish line.

    I’m excited for two decades from now.

    I’m excited to reno an old farm house. To paint the walls white and laugh at the plaster in your hair. To rip up the floor boards and squeal at what we find underneath. To replace the shingles and ask ourselves one hundred times what on earth we got ourselves into.To make it our own. 

    I’m excited to see lines at the corners of your eyes that spread out towards your hair. I’m excited to see your hair change colour and length and cut. I want to wake up beside your smile, with two extra decades of happiness, triumph, and pain behind it.

    I can’t wait to bring you home flowers because you stubbed your toe on the way to shower that morning. To sit in front of the fireplace with you on a late December night with comfortable silence between us that only decades can bring. To tie a tire swing in the tree out back during a lazy July afternoon and watch your head fall back, full of laughter.

    I’m excited to slam the doors. To scream at each other from opposite ends of the painted hallways. To give it up to you because it’ll never ever ever be worth it to see you upset. 

    I’m excited for when we make up.

    I’m excited to hear a baby crying. To hear little feet trotting down the hallway before jumping into our bed. For the late nights figuring out how we’re going to pay for groceries and back to school clothes and daycare and the mortgage. 

    I’m excited for two decades from now. I know I’ve told you this countless times- but all this crazy bullshit is worth it, as long as you’re there waiting for me at the finish line.

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  • March 23, 2013 9:00 pm
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I repeat, tea doilies. Made of sugar.

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    I repeat, tea doilies. Made of sugar.

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  • March 17, 2013 8:44 pm
    You’ll need coffee shops and sunsets and road trips. Airplanes and passports and new songs and old songs, but people more than anything else. You will need other people and you will need to be that other person to someone else, a living breathing screaming invitation to believe better things.
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