Agree on timing. Some individuals want to connect the moment they walk into the door. Others need to decompress on their own before they’re ready to interact. When this expectation goes unspoken it can create tension and leave both partners feeling missed by each other.
Couples who last together accept each other “as is” and take responsibility for each other’s care. Baggage and all.
To break the pattern that is causing the emotional roller coaster in the relationship, both partners need to take responsibility of the problem.
I want whispered secrets under the covers late at night, sharing slivers of our soul.
This is how we love. It is raw and sometimes ugly. And at the end of the day, I would not have chosen it any other way.
He likes you enough to admit that he misses you and that he wants to hang out. But he doesn’t like you enough to actually pick a day and plan out what you’re going to do together.
Hannah swore it came from under the tree. That she had no clue how it got there. Actually, that’s a lie. What she really said was that Santa must’ve stopped by heaven to pick it up from God and I almost burst into tears on the spot.
When they’re around, the desire to chase a thrill seems to infect everyone in the best way possible.
Start your day with a freshly brewed cup of coffee. Invest in a coffee machine that will brew as you sleep so you can get your hands on it first thing in the morning.
For the love of GOD stop putting in your profiles that you “like to go out but also like a night in.” I see it on so many fucking profiles it’s become a turn off.
Pisces: You had a very specific vision of what you wanted your relationship to ‘look like’ and he continually felt like he wasn’t measuring up to that standard.
You assume that when it comes to following your “gut instincts,” happiness is “good,” and fear and pain is “bad.”
Find joy in the little things. Holiday music, lazy Saturday mornings, laughing so hard that you cry, hot coffee, leaving work early, light traffic, fresh laundry, smiling with a stranger, a beer on the house. These are the little moments that make up a life.
Having abs (for me at least) is like having gone to Harvard: It’s the sort of thing you have to mention within minutes of meeting anyone.
At the office after hours, alone. Phone rang, picked it up to a woman frantically screaming “You gotta help me!” *click*
