It makes me sad how little time I spend on tumblr, but when I come back I just fall back into the same pit of depression I was in before I knew robert loved me. I felt alone and scared and didn’t really know what to do. Whenever I read through my old posts, it reminds me of the memories and feelings I used to have. It’s weird how little description I put into the posts, yet how easily it is to feel that way again.
In love and it feels so good. I love not having to be scared around you when we’re talking about marriage, because you want the same thing.
I don’t care how shallow this sounds. But if I dyed your hair once and it didn’t turn out horribly, i will be a little offended when you don’t ask for my help again.
when u sent an important message to the wrong person
people who randomly decide to compliment you are so important