I will love you until the chances of us running into one another slip from skim to zero, and until your face is fogged by distant memory, and your memory faced by distant fog, and your fog memorized by a distant face, and your distance distanced by the memorized memory of a foggy fog.
I will love you no matter where you go and who you see, no matter where you avoid and who you don’t see, and no matter who sees you avoiding where you go. I will love you no matter what happens to you, and no matter how I discover what happens to you, and no matter what happens to me as I discover this, and no matter how I am discovered after what happens to me happens to me as I am discovering this.
I will love you if you don’t marry me. I will love you if you marry someone else. I will love you if you have a child, and I will love you if you have two children, or three children, or even more, although I personally think three is plenty, and I will love you if you never marry at all, and never have children, and spend your years wishing you had married me after all, and I must say that on late, cold nights I prefer this scenario out of all the scenarios I have mentioned.
That, is how I will love you even as the world goes on its wicked way.
You make me feel like the fattest, ugliest, most annoying, disgusting plague ridden piece of shit you’ve ever laid your eyes on.
But I still want you.
Two months ago I woke up to my health. Not liking where I was, I made the decision to turn vegetarian, cut out processed foods, and exercise daily. I have lost 25 lbs since the start and I’m beyond proud of myself for taking the initiative to change my life for the better.
Recently, I’ve been hooking up with this guy. It was brought to my attention that, although I’m beautiful to him in every other way, he doesn’t desire my body. He wants to keep his options open, doesn’t want to commit to me, yet doesn’t want to close the door on what we have because of the chance of me being smoking hot down the road.
Well, bud. Thanks for that. Because although I started this for me, you added fuel to my fire. There is not a “chance” of me becoming physically more appealing. It’s happening, right now. And will keep happening. And you’ve created a new little goal for me. The day you think my body is worthy enough for you will be the day I get to turn you down. And it will bring me such satisfaction.
By the way, can’t wait to see what your options look like next to me when the time comes. :)
petition to rename the usa ‘south canada’
what about alaska
are we then normal canada
canada a bit to the left
What about South America? Is that just America? Or South South Canada?
i cried my ass of laughing
i caN’T BREATHE OH MY GOD
Floaty Canada and Canada That Truly Is A Planet Shut The Fuck Up.
I think of you and your happiness. I want to hold your hand and kiss you in public. I want to buy you things and make you dinner. I want to have adventures with you. I look at you and I don’t want to look at anyone else. I want to be yours and I want you to be mine.