I remember how my ex used to do that when she was sad, she sat on my lap and wrapped her legs around my waist and just kept kissing my neck softly and slowly and i stroked her back for like 2 hours without saying anything and that’s all and i really fucking miss her.
this. is. so. beautiful. i’m in love with this picture. what have happened to you?
All I do is work, then come home and prepare for the next day of work. And I can’t decide whether I simply don’t have time or don’t make the time for my boyfriend, who I admit used to make my life harder than it already is. I work a certain 44 hours a week; more if I have drill and more if there are boards. I actually favor a clean spotless kitchen with food cooking on the stove, and lately I can’t do that neither.
I feel incredibly lonely in petersburg, I don’t see my friends nearly as much as I used to, I don’t go out unless I’m running errands like taking my puppy to the vet or buying groceries. It’s no wonder why my boyfriend and I can get in each other’s faces. And I have to keep telling myself that I got incredibly lucky. That yeah, I don’t have debts, I have a great job that I love that actually pays me enough to live on and have extra, and that I have family that loves me even though I do a lot of things that upset them. I don’t have a car payment. I’m not worried about money, something that I know doesn’t hold true for many college graduates. But in the back of my mind I know That even though I have what most of America is lacking I need to take better care of myself and put myself first.
Because even though all I really wanted from life was the Army and a boyfriend, I have to remember to take some personal days off, away from my boyfriend and my job and go to a spa. Read lots of books on the beach while I get my skin color back, eat lots of veggies and salads with Italian dressing, and avoid fast food. I need to see my friends, people that became my family in college and in the Army, who don’t get scared of me becoming neurotic because of work because they’ve already seen it before. Have some drinks even though the taste is really gross to me, but I like being buzzed.
And most of all get to come home sometimes where my parents will never stop believing that I’m not really an adult.
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A poetic and artful umbrella, Komorebi is based on a Japanese expression that approximately translates to “sunshine filtering through foliage.”