Life.

2017 is the year of the progressive selfish savage. Do you, grow and glo, and fuck anything or anyone that tells you different. 2016 served us unlimited L's, so turn those loses into lessons and fucking go hard next year.

Concept: you’ve been married to your wife for 3 years. You wake up in your bed before she does, your nose cold but your body warm. Careful not to wake her, you get out of bed and your toes curl when your feet hit the cold floor. You brew a pot of coffee and take a cup, making sure to leave enough for her. You pull on a big sweater and walk out onto your deck, sitting in a big wood chair to look out over the forest. The leaves are orange and edged with frost. All is quiet as the sun rises over the trees. You hear the door opening behind you and your wife sits down next to you, wrapping the comforter from your bed around both of you shoulders. You sit there like that until the sun is well up and your coffee cups are empty.

Oh my god. This is it. I want this so badly.

Big sweaters and lacy lingerie underneath

Maybe depressed people aren’t really depressed but more in touch with reality and less manipulated by the way others think?

y do dudes get like… offended when a fat girl loves herself…. lmao

“If I’m not attracted to you, how can you possibly love anything about yourself or your appearance what’s the point”