I’m just going to flat out and say it. I want Luis. I want him and his sexy body to be all on top of me. I don’t care. I’m sexually frustrated as FUCK. WHY must you be so far baby? We are going to make up all the love-making we have missed out on SOON I hope.
I want your lips, and your arms all around me, and you on top of me, and EVERYTHING.
Instead I have to go finish my college applications. Lame.
I just found out about a website called, PostSecret
It’s crazy and cool. To see people’s true emotions without showing their faces, and seeing their deepest, darkest secrets. Makes me want to send one in!
Shows me how we all have skeletons in our closet, but we would NEVER reveal them to people we know, but to those who we don’t even know in the Cyber world, we are totally ok with sharing our personal shit.
:/ Sad world, too much judgement going on. Fear of rejection because of our secrets. Not being able to speak our full mind :(
To all of you who are in a long distance relationship, military or non-military please feel free to follow me and reblog this. I would love to meet people that I can relate to and who understand where I'm coming from.
I want to prepare my wedding. Get my dress. See Luis standing, waiting for me at the alter. Knowing I’m going to marry the love of my life. I know people call me crazy. But I really do . Everyone tells me I still have A LOT of growing up to do. I know that.I really do. But I feel like a Mother, a House-wife and pretty much everything. I am always the one cooking dinner. I am always the one grocery shopping. I do all my family’s laundry. I know it doesn’t qualify me to get married…but still. I nanny 24.7 and these kids call me “mommy”. I work. I go to school. Etc. But I want to be married. I want to start my life with him; Luis. I want us to have children.
I’ve never had a legit family. I don’t think most people have. But I grew up in such a fucked up household, I want to create a beautiful one. I know that I am still young. I still have to finish school. But I’ve always dreamed of being a Mother. It’s weird. I’m so old-fashioned. I would love to get up early in the morning, make my Luis breakfast, kiss him away to work. Wake my kids up, make them lunch, take them to school, wish them a good day. Come home, clean up do some errands. Pick up the kids, help them with homework, make dinner, welcome Luis home, give him kisses and stuff, and then eat dinner. Have some family time, like a game or watch a movie, kiss our kids to bed, and then we have time for ourselves. I want that. I want that so bad.
I don’t care what people think. Everyone tells me I’m foolish. That I’m still young, and I have my whole life ahead of me. I know. But it’s what I want. I’m not going to go get pregnant, and get married now. But soon. I hope.
”distance is not for the fearful, it is for the bold. it’s for those who are willing to spend a lot of time alone in exchange for a little time with the one they love. it’s for those knowing a good thing when they see it, even if they don’t see it nearly enough. “
This world is such a fucked up place. Everything is so twisted. Bad things always happen to good people, and ironically, good things end up happening to people that don’t deserve it at all. It sucks when someone is finally content with the way things are and a piece of shit lands in front of them.
I really wish people would stop telling me that I should date other people before I decide to move in/settle down. I don’t need to date anyone else to validate how I feel about my boyfriend. I think when you know, you just know.
THIS SO MUCH. omg. People just need to back the fuck off.
No matter what time it is, where I am, or what I’m doing. I’d drop whatever I’m doing just to have a conversation with you. Why? Simply because I love talking to you. I love how we talk about the most random topics. I love how you know how to keep a conversation going. I love how we lose track of time. A simple text or phone call from you can make me smile throughout the whole day. I know it sounds rather silly, but it’s true. You’re on my mind all the time.
My mom carried me for nine months. She felt sick for those months with nausea, then she watched her feet swell & her skin stretch. She teared. She struggled to climb stairs, she got breathless quickly and she even suffered many sleepless nights. She then went through excruciating pain to bring me into this world. Then, she became my nurse, my chef, my maid, my chauffeur, my biggest fan, my teacher & my best friend. She's struggled for me, cried over me, hoped the best for me and prayed for me. Most of us take our mom for granted. Reblog if you love your mom more than anything else in the world ♥