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But how could you leave out this
I’m a feminist, but I think that romance has been taken away a bit for my generation. I think what people connect with in novels is this idea of an overpowering, encompassing love — and it being more important and special than anything and everything else.
Adults complaining about the younger generation are really just saying their generation did a shitty job raising their kids.
I’m beginning to realize that I’m too impatient. So much so that it prevents me from enjoying the present moment. I just got a promotion at work. I moved out of my mom’s house and live with two of my best friends. I got my license and my own car. I’ve been with my boyfriend for a year and a half, and we’re doing great. But I can’t help looking into the future and wishing I could have that now. I want a Jeep after my Kia breaks. Once Brandon graduates college in the winter of next year and gets his Big Boy Job (hopefully not long after graduation), I want to get a house in Michigan with him. I’m a full time keyholder at my store, but I can’t wait to move up to a co-manager, and eventually manage my own store. I want these things so badly that I can barely stand it, and it makes me so upset because a year ago, I wanted exactly what I have now. Now that I have it, I’m not satisfied. Trying to keep up with my own ambition is exhausting. I just want to be content for once.
I want to see a reality tv show where straight dudes have to read the shitty messages they send to women to their mothers.
I will always reblog this
I want you. I want to throw you against a wall, wrap your legs around my waist and kiss you. Kiss you until we have to stop to catch our breaths. I want you and only you. I want to take you on road trips that lead us to pulling over on the side of the road because we can’t keep our hands off each other. I want you and your flaws. I want your messy makeup from teary eyes as I hold you and talk to you about life. I want the 3am phone calls because you can’t sleep at night. I want to be yours and only yours. I want to taste all your cooking, even if it’s not good, even if it’s experimenting I’d have you cook every meal for the rest of my life. I want you. I want my trembling hands to grab your waist and dance with you in the middle of an empty room. I want to struggle on days when I can’t see you. I want to fight about meaningless stuff that will lead to meaningful sex. I want you. I want your hand to rest on my forearm as we enter a party, so I can reassure you that you are safe with me. I want to sing to you in the shower and have you shut me up with kisses because we both know I’m no singer. I want the ups and downs, the winter and summer days. I want you and only you…
shout out to people who have seen you naked but you can still have regular conversations with