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'Scuse me while I kiss the sky: I like your flaws. →
I like how you mispronounce words sometimes, how you fumble and stammer and stutter looking for the right ones to say and the right ways to say them. I appreciate that you find language challenging, because it is, because everything manmade is challenging. Including man, including you.
I like that you think my opinion of you is so fickle that it could change overnight. (It’s not).
I enjoy seeing you insecure, vulnerable. I like to watch red steam light up your cheeks, a spreading mist of shame when you think you’ve done something unacceptable like missing a step on the stairs or not having the perfect answer to something I’ve said. It’s like you honestly don’t know how wonderful you are, it’s like you have no idea.
The burns, the scars, the black and blues on your face body heart, I want to know their stories. I want to know what hurt you, who hurt you, how bad the damage is.
I appreciate your ability to get inappropriately angry as much as I appreciate your willingness to apologize afterward. I like how your passion manifests unpredictably and uncontrollably, how your feelings cannot be caged or concealed, how you’re incapable of apathy.
I like how you can’t dance, how you have pedestrian taste in music, how the worst song on every album is your favorite. I like how enthusiastic you are when you hear it, it’s like you don’t know how terrible it is, it’s like maybe how you’re able to love someone like me. (Perhaps that’s your biggest flaw, perhaps that’s the one I love most).
Your flaws single you out, set you apart, make you different from the rest, and thank god. I don’t just put up with settle for accept your blemishes, I like them. I like them because they make you human, and humans are easier to love than photographs and illusions and ideals; humans fit more easily between arms and between legs; humans are welcome to their imperfections because if there’s one thing humans can do perfectly, it’s love. Humans can love, they can do it flawlessly.
(via littlemiss)
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Heartless →
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hmm.
(via stylelust)
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Did anyone ever notice this?
wow.
long lost son?
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One Day. →
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(via gatekeeper)
Karma.
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Oh the good ol’ days
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New Study Finds Men Look At Woman 43 Minutes A Day
The average man will spend almost 43 minutes a day staring at 10 different women.
That adds up to 259 hours - almost 11 days - each year, making a total 11 months and 11 days between the ages of 18 and 50.
But researchers found that the males of the species are not the only ones admiring the opposite sex as women sneak a peek at six men for just over 20 minutes a day, on average.
That adds up to almost six months spent admiring men from afar between the ages of 18 and 50.
The poll of 3,000 people revealed the supermarket as the location for the most ogling, followed by a pub and nightclub.
Women rely on the traditional “ogling hotspots” with pubs or bars their most popular locations.
(Via:http://www.telegraph.co.uk/news/newstopics/howaboutthat/5970007/Men-spend-a-year-staring-at-women.html)
Wonder how long my man spends a day looking at other women….
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Oh how I miss the days he would curl up into a little ball :(
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Saturday Afternoon Distress
Everything seems so quiet and calm without my son at home. He’s visiting his grandparents on his fathers side. I sit here a bit annoyed because I know that since his aunt moved back in with them, its inevitable that she see him. After how she disrespected my family, is it wrong that I don’t want her to see my son?
