moonchild

spare me the ''my husband is a feminist'' spiel if everyone in your household bears his surname

hate on me all you want. animals run to me, kids smile at me, strangers tell me their stories, people feel safe around me and if life has taught me anything, it's that energy doesn't lie.

I think the purest form of love is just wanting someone to notice life with you. "taste this. look at that. hear this song." again and again. until you can't imagine noticing life without them.

A good man will make you feel loved even on your worst days.

Some connections feel ancient, as if two souls signed a pact long before they ever met.

“I could study the universe for the rest of my life and still think your face is the most beautiful thing I have ever encountered.”

We are all better versions of ourselves when we are loved.

The intimacy of someone protecting your name when you’re not in the room.

if you fall in love with their soul before you touch their skin, it’s true love

There is no desire that I understand less than the desire to be a mother. I've tried to understand, but I can't. I don't understand how you can desire to be pregnant, to feel a human being grow up in your womb, making you throw up, making you unable to move like you want and kicking you. I don't understand how you can wish to spend your life taking care of a child, who needs you to be present all the time, who relies on you for everything. I don't understand how you can want something so stressful, exhausting, annoying, boring, who leaves you with no freedom and time for yourself. And don't tell me that if you do things well you can still have freedom and time for yourself and live a fulfilling life ; because no matter what you do, no matter how much your husband takes care of the kids too, no matter how much your friends and family help you, at the end of the day your life still revolves around the kids. Your life still aren't yours anymore. And I just can't understand how anyone can desire that.