Fall in love with someone who can make hell feel like home.
In the end
these things matter most:
How well did you love?
How fully did you live?
How deeply did you let go?
I’ll marry a man who knows how I take my tea, coffee, and alcohol
And knows when to make which.
It all comes down to the last person you think of at night. That’s where your heart is.
once i take my bra off, don’t ask me to do shit for u bitch bc once that bra comes off, i am clocked out of life. i am done. i am finished. i am logged the fuck out.