I’ve never understood the stereotype that women are more likely to faint at blood
I mean seriously
what do you think we do every month
You don’t always have to be sweet and lovey dovey all the time. You can be the assholes to each other and be mean. That’s when you know there is comfortableness. Making fun of each other, calling mean names, abusing each other. Abusing as in joking around. The playful fighting. That’s another way to show love.
This makes me want to fucking cry
this is my favorite poem ever
I don’t even care that this is in color. This is a damn visual representation of the best damn poem ever. I love this. So much.
Reblogging this again.
This hurts my heart, but i love it
i love this so so so much
I am in physical pain.