I loved her not for the way she danced with my angels, but for the way the sound of her name could silence my demons.

Xe, twenty, married.
Constantly tired, and secretly a cat.

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Starting to develop rad bruises on the backs of my hands from hooping the last few days.

In other news, I ordered a black and white striped hoop yesterday and I want it to be here now.

I give myself an A+ for living alone.

Just kidding.

Too bad I don’t have booze.

Just ordered a large pizza and breadsticks… just for me. 

Can’t believe that I’ve been married for two years now. Time flies, yet it also seems like forever ago too. Looking forward to the wonderful years to come.


1. It probably doesn’t matter what you’ll think of that when you’re sixty, and you probably shouldn’t trust anyone who asks those questions because it means they’ve either forgotten their youth or are in the process of wasting it. You’ll probably like death metal just as much when your hair is grey as you do when it’s dyed black; you’ll probably thank yourself for eating whatever you wanted, especially when your body can’t process the good shit any more and you’re having wet dreams about ice cream cones and midnight waffles. When you’re sixty you’re going to be worrying about which grandchildren have birthdays coming up, not whether you have a damn butterfly tattooed on your ass.

2. You are accountable to no-one other than yourself.

3. The above point applies mostly to morals and life choices. You’re still accountable to your bank if you don’t pay off your loans; you’re still accountable to your teachers if you don’t hand in your shit. The great thing about sorting those bits out, though, is that you get to concentrate on being a person you’re really proud of.

4. If your relationship has to be a secret, it’s probably not a relationship.

5. Sleep naked like, all the time. Get to know your body. Don’t bat an eyelid when you wake up under two blankets in the middle of winter with your hand between your legs - they’re your hands and your legs, let ‘em do what feels right.

6. If you live alone/with a lover, walk to the shower naked. Straighten your back. Walk slowly, feel how certain body parts interact with one another. Look at yourself in the hallway mirror and smile; even if you have to force it the first 46 times, the 47th is gonna feel magical.

I haven’t posted any life lessons in a while because I haven’t felt like I’ve known much about anything, let alone that I could help another,

Daisy Lola.

(via spearmintblonde)

My husband is finally home after being gone for almost three weeks. Thank God.

Official count from his absence:

  • Days Chinese food was ordered: 3 (then two days of leftovers)
  • Seasons of How I Met Your Mother watched: 6
  • Amount of caffeine ingested: too much.
  • Stupid songs listened to: 50+
  • Emotional breakdowns: 1
  • Amount of time spent cuddling cats: 90%
  • Books read: 1

It was a very frustrating few weeks, not because he was gone but it was extremely hard not having someone to come home to and talk to and make me feel better. I spent a lot of time with friends, which was nice; it’s refreshing knowing that I do have other people in my life that care about me and my well being. I am so grateful to have such amazing people in my life, and I am extremely thankful that my husband is finally home.


No you don’t understand I don’t want another tattoo I NEED another tattoo

Hearing about another new military deployment always makes my stomach churn.

Happy Friday the Thirteenth.

After not eating for 24 hours, my stomach decided what it really, really needed was an entire loaf of french bread.

Husband’s out of town for the remainder of the week: commence being bored and lonely.

Got catcalled on my way to work today by this NASTY greasy creep. I wanted so badly to turn around and flip him the bird and yell “FUCK YOU” at him but I was wearing my work lanyard which I’m sure he saw, and I was afraid he’d report me for being rude and using profanity and my job would end up on the line and UGH I HATE PEOPLE