These memories I treasured– till when can I keep them buried, hidden safely from the barks. The ocean calls for me, "Come and feel my comfort", it relays.
Furio Giunta watching you cook and you’re doing a terrible job but insisted he just sits down and “relaxes” and lets you take care of him so he is trying so hard not to intervene
really she did make a big change in me " but now im worse than before . My diet is also fucked up , I don't feel hungry any more . I'm a middle class family guy
I did the bulk of the emotional and physical labor. I was the bread winner and while he didn't even work I still did all the household things and all the "wifey" duites. And I never once complained or was even bothered by it.
I was told by a friend who uses Ao3 that OC non fanwork related stories were allowed and it would really suck to finally feel comfortable posting my own work just to have it not be allowed because "fanwork only"!!!
I’ll flirt with you, pray for you, make you laugh, and remind you how beautiful you are even when you’re wearing pajamas and threatening me over snacks.