“You may not be her first, her last, or her only. She’s loved before and she may love again. But if she loves you now, what else matters? She’s not perfect - you aren’t either. And the two of you may never be perfect together. But if she can make you laugh, cause you to think twice, and admit to being human and making mistakes, hold onto her and give her the most you can. She may not be thinking about you every second of the day, but she will give you a part of her that she knows you can break - her heart. So don’t hurt her, don’t change her, don’t analyze and don’t expect more than she can give. Smile when she makes you happy, let her know when she makes you mad, and miss her when she’s not there.”
—Bob Marley (via enjoikesh) (via elegantslum) (via karamichelle)
May 2009
6 posts
i needed this. i needed kalamazoo. i needed old friends. i’m really not sure about anything right now. except for one thing. i love. and very deeply.
ugh
I hate coming home to people sleeping on the couchs at my apartment, after a 24 hour shift. I mean, I just want to relax in my living room, watch TV, and eat breakfast before I go to the gym. But, instead, I’m confined to my room, on my computer, because it’s awkward being out there, all quiet and shit, while they are sleeping. And I don’t want to wake them up and have some bullshit convo. Lame.
So I’m going to go to the gym, and if these people are still here when I get back to do my laundry, I’m going to be pretty damn irritated.
ha, no way. i’d just go about my day like they aren’t even there! it’s YOUR place! you pay rent! you can do whatever the hell you want.
lol yeah I know that’s what I SHOULD do, and that’s what I would tell anyone else to do as well, but it’s just so damn awkward. :)
haha. i guess i feel that way too. depends on what kind of mood i’m in.
ugh
I hate coming home to people sleeping on the couchs at my apartment, after a 24 hour shift. I mean, I just want to relax in my living room, watch TV, and eat breakfast before I go to the gym. But, instead, I’m confined to my room, on my computer, because it’s awkward being out there, all quiet and shit, while they are sleeping. And I don’t want to wake them up and have some bullshit convo. Lame.
So I’m going to go to the gym, and if these people are still here when I get back to do my laundry, I’m going to be pretty damn irritated.
ha, no way. i’d just go about my day like they aren’t even there! it’s YOUR place! you pay rent! you can do whatever the hell you want.
if you follow your heart, you won’t be sad with yourself
