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heyheyhaleybee:

yungbasedblogger:

apparently “bae” means “before anyone else” i always thought it was a ghetto word for “babe”

Are you kidding me I thought that too

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Be with her because you actually want to be with her, because you actually see a potential future with her, not because you are used to being with her, not because you’re scared of the thought that being without them will ruin you. The point of being in a relationship is to enjoy each other’s company, is to be there to support each other when they need it most. No one person, defines who you are. They only compliment you.
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Loving you is toxic. My mind is constantly flooded with thoughts of you. You corrupt me with your words but sooth me with your voice. Your scent hastens the beat of my heart, and my body aches for your touch. You make me want to be bad, but you make me feel so good. Spending time with you is intoxicating, and I long for you when we’re apart. You keep me grounded and still manage to sweep me off my feet. You course through my veins and explode in every inch of my body. Loving you is toxic, and I wouldn’t have it any other way.
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spookemoij:

What if a pregnancy test just said:
¯\_(ツ)_/¯

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It’s Monday,
and your hair is messy.
You haphazardly put on your jeans and shirt
as you moan about the day of the week -
and I love you.

It’s Tuesday,
and you’re stumbling your way around the room,
trying to sort out the things you have to do.
You stop to briefly kiss the freckles on my nose,
asking me about my day -
and I love you.

It’s Wednesday,
and you’re quietly sprawled on the couch.
You pat the spot next to you and pepper kisses on my hair
because it’s my least favorite day of the week (and you know it) -
and I love you.

It’s Thursday,
and you’re wondering what the weekend will bring,
but you’re still moaning about how
the week is going by too slow for your tastes -
and I love you.

It’s Friday,
and I’m surrounded by DVDs and snacks
you’ve prepared when I was gone.
You welcome me with blankets and warmth from your arms -
and I love you.

It’s Saturday,
and you’re feeling lazy.
You won’t let me leave your arms
(or is it the other way around?)
So you tuck me under your chin as we both wonder
how much time we have left
before sleep makes us miss each other’s faces -
and I love you.

It’s Sunday,
and there’s nothing much to say but
I love you.


Loving you (NJ.)

this makes me happy and sad at the same time.

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