Would it be acceptable to wake Thomas up to ask where either one of our laptops are….
"Try to love yourself as much as you want someone else to."
"Not all toxic people are cruel and uncaring. Some of them love us dearly. Many of them have good intentions. Most are toxic to our being simply because their needs and way of existing in the world force us to compromise ourselves and our happiness. They aren’t inherently bad people, but they aren’t the right people for us. And as hard as it is, we have to let them go. Life is hard enough without being around people who bring you down, and as much as you care, you can’t destroy yourself for the sake of someone else. You have to make your wellbeing a priority. Whether that means breaking up with someone you care about, loving a family member from a distance, letting go of a friend, or removing yourself from a situation that feels painful — you have every right to leave and create a safer space for yourself."
national geographic, 1972 “young lovers in paris” by gordon w. gahan
I’m eating lunch in the lunchroom and one of the drivers keeps walking by and staring at me. He needed a new charger for his work phone and didn’t want to bother me on my break.
Thomas and I have been together for 8 months today.
Last night I got home late and he was asleep and kept kissing my shoulder and neck in his sleep and I was so happy.
I was home late because I was spending time with my 2 best girls.
Maliyahs sense of humour greatly surpasses that of a 5 year old. Or anyone for that matter.
I work with so many sweet olderish men who are very respectful and lovely to me and it makes me so happy to work in such a comfortable atmosphere.
Our apartment is so cute and coming together to perfectly and Thomas is the perfect person to share it all with.
All I want to do and eeeeeeee about how happy I am.
Life is so nice.
Where are you?
I was telling my coworker about how Thomas did crafts with me last night an she said “You got a keeper. Men don’t do that kind of stuff.” And then I told her he packs my lunch and then she died.
Best bitches a girl could ask for.
I made cookies for my cookie jar!
I get to go to sylvan with my best friends for the weekend.
I didn’t know that working in a big office means there is cake or cookies or chocolate or even fucking ice cream at least twice a week.
So hard to not eat it all. Wahhhhhhh.
Thomas and I moved into the most perfect little apartment today. 😊💕