None of the shit you think will make you happy is actually going to work; getting married won’t solve shit; buying a log cabin in the woods and taking only your favourite books won’t trick you into becoming a deeper person; Jesus ain’t gonna help you find yourself. Buying shit will make you happy temporarily, surrounding yourself with happy people will lighten your mood but not your mindset - come back when you can spend a week with yourself, some blank walls and blank pages, when you can remove your superficial distractions & still walk out of there kicking. Come back when you’re not bored any more, and then we’ll call you happy.
—The Pursuit, by Daisy Lola (via spearmintblonde)
Today I read this
I want him to say that he wants me there, I want him to tell me that he needs me, he wants me. I want to wake up every day next to him. I want to rub his weary feet when he comes home after a 16 hour day. I want to wash down his body in the shower with lime body wash. I want to listen to his shitty work troubles. I want to hurt anyone that hurts him. I want to meet his family. I want to make him dinner every night. I want to be his all. I want to be his rock. I just want to be his.