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he wasn't even looking at me and he found me
we're not kids anymore.
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My future wife. I want to follow her around with my camera, capturing every curve of her body, every freckle, at every time of the day. I want to take a million pictures together like every perfect tumblr couple and actually BE that in love with one another. I want to bring her breakfast in bed. I want to snuggle up to her after and relax our morning away with laughter and touch and lazy naps. I want to look at her at 11:00pm and suggest ice cream, and the keys are already in her hand. I want to hold her hand and never question whether it’s okay, no matter where we are. I want us to record everything- our love notes, our adventures, our running makeup after a hard day. I want to bring her coffee and a sandwich when she’s having a long day at work. I want to leave her notes on her windshield… and in her glovebox, her makeup bag, her sock drawer, her glasses case… anywhere. Just to make her heart smile. I want us to find so much joy in life outside of one another but still call each other home. I want to not see one another for a few days because we’re both so damn busy with our professional lives- but I want to miss her endlessly while we’re apart. I want to sit with her in a coffee shop in silence, absorbed in our books. I want to be slightly less absorbed than she is so I can still sneak glances at that beautiful, oblivious face. I want us to feel and be secure and safe no matter the distance between us because we trust and believe in our relationship. I want my family to love us together so much that they invite HER family over sometimes, too. I want to spend hours getting to know her family. I want to cook for her. Bake for her. Light the candles for her. I want to be her rock, and I want her to be mine. I want her to make mistakes, because that means she’s human (but don’t try and convince me she isn’t an angel). I want to lay in bed talking about the world until we fall asleep in each other’s arms. I want her to challenge me. I want to spend weekends in the woods and weekdays in pillow forts. I want to hike mountains with this girl. I want to marry her and have children with her. I want to love her so hard I’ll question whether I’m crazy. And after long, hard days- because there undoubtedly will be days like that- I want to look at her and not for a single moment wish I was anywhere else, with anyone else. I want to look at her and choose her every day, in every moment. I want to never, ever stop choosing her.
You’re out there somewhere. And I know I’m the luckiest girl alive just knowing I’ll get to love you forever someday.
Gospel 🗣
Preachhhhhhhhh
Honestly this was a lesson I had to learn
This lesson I’m tryna learn now. With any relationship. With everybody. If the energy ain’t the same then it will always conflict.
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MEN talking that Real Shit
Reposting bc it’s relevant

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Fun History Fact: The overwhelming majority of cowboys in the U.S. were Indigenous, Black, and/or Mexican persons. The omnipresent white cowboy is a Hollywood studio concoction meant to uphold the mythology of white masculinity.
Thank you.
I will always re-blog this
I think it was high school when i overheard some white girl put on her best semi-disgusted and confused voice and go “why do so many Mexicans dress up like cowboys?” and I had to be the person to tell her.
Why do you think the whites say buckero? Cause they couldn’t say vaquero.
I dunno if I reblogged this before but fuck it, y'all gon learn today.
Teach the children.
also, cowboy culture was hella gay. like, write-poems-about-your-cowboy-partner gay.
IF people acknowledge it, they play the necessity card– there weren’t any women out on the range, so they had to “resort to men.” this claim completely erases 1) the romantic (not just sexual) writings of actual cowboys, 2) the acknowledgement of cowboys’ potential homosexual activity by writers at the time, and 3) the possibility that some men would deliberately become cowboys with the intent to seek out homosexual encounters.
no one wants to admit it, but cowboy culture was just. so inherently gay.
Im here for the gay POC cowboys
this is so fucking important. Speak the fuck up.
I hate feeling like people are getting bored of me
You’re not here to entertain anybody
wow you’re right
Lessons in self-care by Ron

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MEN talking that Real Shit
Woooooow this real af. Imma need every nigga to listen to this twice.
I didn’t expect that
GOSPEL
CHECK!!!
There’s an ache in my chest like Someone has replaced me. New girls to hold your hand and to touch you and to fall In love with you. My heart hurts at the thought of it, but Life will continue, even if I’m in pain. I will survive on my own. Don’t try to call. I don’t even Need to tell you not to. You never call Anymore.
(via sadistwriter)
'My body quivers from the thought of you'
Reminiscent Love Making
5:45 am my body. quivers. from the thought of you. do you understand the power behind that?disguised in beauty. when I'm on your mind. your touch. I think of. all the time. craving more. it's 4. am. maybe pm. I'm not mad.nor.angry.nor.sad but some nights you make it pretty bad. sorry. or not. sorry think of this as quicksand. sinking. into the depths of. my finish. oh the same thoughts you were thinking. craving. saving. my touch that makes you finish everyti- almost. everytime. I'm spoiled remember? so allow me to finish first baby. Ladies first lady the sun comes out as I come slowly... undone..your. touch. undoes me. like my pure. yet. sultry thought. undoes you.
Little louder for the fuck boy in the back.

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lowkey always thinking about you highkey never gon let you know
Reminiscing
What happened to us?