#chlodipherous

Maybe I’m the one that’s really off?

my first cell phone was ruined when my mom turned a sharp corner whilst I had it atop a Lil Caesar's pizza box in the car. It slid (to its death) into her plastic cup full of boxed red wine.‬

my heart is extra full because of the time of year. Maybe it's because I'm just about to start menstruating (gross terminology, sorry..) But maybe it's because I really, truly love this man. He's snoring beside me, looking cuter than he ever has in my eyes. Scratching an itch on his wrist, and then curling up closer to me, still snoring. I cannot get enough of the way he wakes me up almost every single night; just to ask me to roll over and hold him. I love the way he rubs my back & neck; not even in a sensitive "I'm-rubbing-your-back-because-you-asked-me-to" sort of way. But more like: I'm genuinely digging into those spots that you've been complaining about for the past week." sort-of-way. Even the way he fights his sleep every night; just to salvage what little time we have together during the week. It's so endearing. And I adore it. I have never been so in love with anyone in my life. Every single day, I just cannot help but feel like the luckiest lady alive.

Well hi tumblr. I’m finding myself here more and more infrequent. And when I do end up here, it’s after 2 am- and typically fueled by some frustration or recent plight that I’ve launched myself into. The funny thing now, is that there is no quandary currently keeping me awake. My heart feels far fuller than it has in a very, very long time. Possibly even fuller than it has ever been. Yesterday was one of those stereotypical, carefree lay-in-bed-and-fuck-and-nap-then-fuck-and-talk-and-fuck-some-more-until-you-fall-asleep-then-rinse-and-repeat kind of days. You know, those sappy, simple days that lovers share together- disgusting, I know. And for the first time in weeks, upon waking up from one of those blissful naps, I was actually able to recall my dreams. Most of them were happy, others sad- but in a fulfilling way. Each dream, however, possessed some connection to the current circumstances of almost every part of my life. I can’t help but think that it’s not just a coincidence that I’ve found a comfortable and happy place, and am now able to remember and interpret my dreams with relative ease.

my cuzn bestfran is cute as fuck. u jealous

and roll joints.