Marrying young is not the end of my freedom. It means I want to travel and see the world, but with her by my side. It means I still like drinking in bars and dancing in clubs, but stumbling home with her at 2am and eating pizza in our underwear. It means I know that I want to kiss those lips every morning, and every night before bed. If you see marriage as the end of your ‘freedom’, you’re doing it wrong.
I think once you’ve thought about how a person sleeps, how they’d feel pressed up against your back, or your head on their chest, how compatible your bodies would be in the same space of a bed-
once you’ve thought about that, you’re fucked.
Once you’ve felt that, you’re fucked
If you ever think your parents are too hard on you just remember that Mufasa materialized as a cloud to tell Simba to get his shit together.
don’t fall for the one who buys you flowers, fall for the one who wants to grow a garden with you
A relationship with no gender roles>
We both hustle, we both cook, we both clean, we both pay, we both spoil each other.
don’t trust people who finished Orange Is The New Black and still call Suzanne “Crazy Eyes”
'Thank you, thank you,
Thank God for you, the wind beneath my wings.’