people who laugh so hard at their own jokes that they can’t even finish the joke because they’re laughing so hard are my favorite kind of people
"Count your blessings. There is always someone out there who has it much worse than you. Stop looking at what you DON’T have, and be thankful for what you DO have. What you consider a NIGHTMARE would be someone else’s DREAM.."-Yousef Erakat (via lalamaha)
I wanna talk to you guys about the fights of love.
The fights that start for no apparent reason, and run hours and hours and hours on end.
The fights that have the power to ruin beautiful relationships, friendships, marriges and even families.
Back and fourth, back and fourth. That’s houw our fights transpire through the night.
You call me, crying, yelling, screaming, shouting. Only to have me hang up because I have the upper hand.
I’m ontop of the world, you are begging for my love, and I don’t really care because I got you exactly where I want you.
Text after text telling me how much you need me, asking for forgiveness.
Your fingers? Aching, aching but still they type. Typing with anger, and passion and love brodcasting through the fingertips of your fingers.
Travelling through satiliets are words expressing years of our love summed down into one paragraph. Only to be eraseed as soon as it pops up on my phone.
From dusk till’ dawn, you fight and fight. Until you realize that this shit just ain’t right.
And as soon as I put my head to sleep, is when the game is flipped and now I’m on my knees. All it took was for you to give up. And now I’m furious ready to blow up. Why the hell don’t you care is all I could ask. As you smiled your ass to sleep and left me here to wheep.
Love is a confusing game. Which if you ask me, goes around and around because of the bittnerness and pain.
Jelousy is not an attitude, but a poison. A poisin that lives in our blood connecting my heart to yours.
Fights that start for no apparent reason other than, you answering your phone with a “hi” instead of a “heelllo.”
Or you getting mad at me for letting go of your hand to scratch my head, which happen to happen as a cute blonde walked past our path.
Or me getting bad because you said you were going to sleep and I hung up, and I didn’t get no call back.
Me then questioning and doubting our whole relationship, which in all honestly, is just a true protral of my true feelings towards you.
Could I get this mad if I didn’t love you I’d always ask. Same game, same words, same emotions spoken fight after fight, but in end of the night, always ending up with the same passion and emotion.
I love you, always and forever baby, is all that needed to be said.
To allow my anger fill of head, I’ll finally go to bed.
Back and forth, back and fourth, is how our fights transpire through the night.
Dora wtf are u doing
aunt: are you in love?
me: does Mathias Nygard count?
aunt: please, not again
me: then no