Love cannot be found where it doesn’t exist, nor can it be hidden where it truly does.
When I was trying to quit smoking
and we drank white wine from Mason jars,
you called my freckles cocoa powder
and I called your green eyes
I am learning how to be a grown-up
who pays bills, cooks her own dinners,
and doesn’t cry at words like
I think I just want to be friends.
The thing is this:
Love is an organic thing.
It rots and softens.
This should be reblogged by everyone. Even if you’re straight, you should be a supporter.
ok I’m gonna make me a bowl of lucky charms :D