It’s like coming home after a long trip. That’s what love is like. It’s like coming home.
and I’m over it,
I’m over it,
I promise I’m over it.
But it still hurts sometimes.
I feel so proud when friends tell me their parents like me. Like damn right they do, I am a delight.
i’m not a ‘hit it and quit it’ type. i’m like a ‘hit it and keep hitting it both emotionally and physically’ type