elizabetheatrics said: that’s love bitch!
The super-romantic sequel this morning: “No, don’t kiss me. I’m covered in cat-spit.”
Me: I’m out of wine.
Mr. He-Bear: You’ll be wanting my beer next.
Me: … There’s beer?
Mr. He-Bear: Yeah. I don’t mind you speaking shite at me for the rest of the night.
if you came out of this semester alive & in one piece, celebrate that shit. don’t worry about grades right now. sleep. eat something delicious. buy yourself a present. watch a whole season of your favorite show in one sitting. take a bubble bath. treat yo self. you deserve it.
Having survived many semesters, including this one: This. All of this.