do you ever shave your legs but later you realise you missed a spot and its like
I’m not the girl you marry, or even the girl you bring home to meet your mother. I won’t know what to say, and I’ll probably stumble and trip over my own words. You’ll tell your parents how alive I make you feel, and describe to your friends how amazing the feeling is when we’re laying in bed, intertwined, as I run my fingers through your hair. your friends will only see the girl who has now consumed you, and they will see the girl buckling under the pressure of your intense, genuine feelings. They will recognize the shake in my voice and the way I always look away when you look at me, but they will leave their gossip under their tongues when you’re around. But your mother will be able to read me like a book -cover to cover-; she will see that I am one of the girls that will fuck you up and run. She will warn you, but you won’t listen.
I’m sorry I never wanted to meet your mother…me (via dearlyndsayy)
Having a pet is so weird. Like neither of you speak each other’s language and yet you form some strong bond by rubbing against each other and sleeping together and you might accidentally kick them in the face or step on their tail once in a while but at the end of the day you two are best buddies from entirely different species.