Who has never had any desire to vanish and only come back when everything was fine?
Rethink your definition of love
Love isn’t about who I’m fucking today
Or who was in my bed last night, That doesn’t define me.. Love is about who I’ll fall on my knees for, Who I’ll give up everything I’ve got for, Why is love associated only with the guy/girl you’re fucking? I love my mum, my brother, my sister, they don’t come into that category, And believe me.. I’ll never love anyone as much as I love them..
I’d feel like a little bitch if I didn’t reblog this
I lost it at “bitch mittens”
cant bitch out now