of fighting
fights are stupid stupid as those crows in windex commercials it’s just that sometimes the glass is so clean and you feel like you can fly through until you hit the glass again and again and again …
fights are stupid stupid as those crows in windex commercials it’s just that sometimes the glass is so clean and you feel like you can fly through until you hit the glass again and again and again …
you think it’s 3616 but i say it’s at least 4384 playing with numbers is not an easy game but i reckon if I count the number of times that I told you How much I loved you it’s at least that number ever since that day. may you be as happy today as you were on that day i know that i am. i love you
we’ve been dating for 3 years today. it’s funny when you look through the pages of your romance and see how you met to how feelings progressed, to how he told you his intentions, to how he proposed, how you were married, to now- to typing an anniversary blog that supposed to do some accurate justice of how thankful you are, how grateful you feel, and how blessed your relationship is. I look back and see how far we’ve come, despite how realistically few the years have been. It feels like forever, yet ambivalently also yesterday. for 3 years now, in each of those capsulated days, somewhere within those 24 hours, there are echoes of our voices saying i love you. every day, without miss, without lacking, without disingenuity. i believe in words. i believe that words spoken reinforce a relationship. If the words spoken are constantly loving and encouraging, then the relationship thrives, considering other positive factors as well as verbal reinforcement. If the words spoken are condescending, negative, doubtful, and hopeless, then the relationship will suffer because constant tearing down becomes the inadhesive and will further separate the cracks in between. for 3 years, we’ve reinforced our relationship […]
if at 8 years from now she reads this i hope she’ll laugh from our banter maybe she’ll take after you and me and become a very big prankster by the way, i’m wearing your shirt the one with your school color scheme emma will think you’re somewhere around although you’re nowhere to be seen the holidays are fast approaching and i have no money to buy you what i really want to buy one day, you’ll see how much i will give back to you in my promise i’ll never lie
bah humbug! let’s wait 8 years from now when she can defend herself this bashing i’ll allow no need to assert myself we know who the culprit is my musical, beautiful wife i can just smell the fizz cuts through my nose like a knife
how crude of you to say so a lady such as i? it’s more likely your little girl and if she says no, she lies she’s got more power than an engine more stink in her little poop if you think she can’t be capable, then she really has you duped i cleaned up the apartment today i fear i’ve ruined the vacuum so maybe there were too many strands of hair i really just don’t know
don’t worry about me driving here and there we know i’m taken care of by the One who recieves our prayer one thing bothers me though every time i hear that fart each morning without fail was it really emma? or my sweetheart?