Most women do not cry over the man. They are crying over themselves, the effort they put in, the hope they had, the delusion they believed, and the reminder that love has not rewarded them.
When Jason and I got married I implemented a rule into wedding planning:
You have a say but if you tell me that you don’t care, then it’s pink and sparkly
Invites were pink and sparkly, table cloths and centerpieces were pink and sparkly etc.
This rule has carried on into our home. So if you ever come over and see that 90% of our home is pink, just know I gave my husband a choice!
de hecho a partir de los 25 es cuando te hace el click en la cabeza y descubrís q todavía sos joven y podes mandarte 45 cagadas más y cambiar otras 45 veces de personalidad xq tenes 25 (!!!!!!) años (!!!!!!) dejen de cagarle la cabeza al resto
when sylvia plath wrote ‘please don’t expect me to always be good and kind and loving. there are times when i will be cold and thoughtless and hard to understand’ I felt that
i hate seeing newborn/fresh ass babies in tv or movies like who tf is donating their minute old babies to production like i need to get to the bottom of this fr
I'm going to be real honest, there will be people you will never talk to again because of how they handled you during your grief. When I tell you grief exposes, it exposes.