What if I enjoy the drink, what happens then?
I’ll tell you what happens then.
We go play beer pong with your 2 room mates till we end up at back at yours in Murry hill.
Then, I have to listen to your room mate have sex with Hillary or Emily or whatever the girls name is until we fall asleep.
Then, a year later we’re still playing beer pong in the same bars with your friends except now you feel pressured to get married and have kids cause you think that’s what I want.


Then, in the summers drive up to the Hamptons to meet your parents, wondering the whole ride if they’re going to think I’m pretty enough.
Smart.
Wondering the whole ride if they’re going to think I’m smart enough because no one is.
Then, we have to drink shitty chardonnay, at a shitty garden party.
Have shitty conversations, about shitty people with your shitty mother, who let’s face it, doesn’t think I’m smart enough.
Pretty.
Let’s face it, doesn’t think I’m pretty enough, because no one is.

No one ever will be.


It wasn’t really a drink, it was a marriage proposal (That Awkward Moment, 2014)

After Marilyn Monroe’s tragic and untimely death in 1962, her ex-husband Joe DiMaggio had roses delivered to her crypt twice a week for the next 20 years. He never remarried.

Yeah… sweet thing after he used to hit her.

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Stuck In Love, directed by Josh Boone
Home is wherever I’m with you. 

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The greatest gift you can give someone is the space to be his or herself, without the threat of you leaving.
Kai, Lessons in Life #39  (via lulu-a)

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They call you heartless; but you have a heart and I love you for being ashamed to show it.
Friedrich Nietzsche, Thus Spoke Zarathustra  (via feellng)

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