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I think relationships in general are over romanticized like at the end of the day I’m pretty sure a good relationship is just two people who know how to hang out and talk to each other not whether or not they can right all your wrongs or paint a picture of a thousand suns with the breath from your lungs or some shit
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A time lapse of a cat through the day:
I relate so much to this…
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damassie · 5 years
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me during reasonable hours of the day: i never want to do anything in my life Ever
me at 3 am: I Have To Learn How To Play The Piano Immediately
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my friends: *say something funny online*
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damassie · 5 years
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me: paw patrol is cop propaganda designed to get you from a young age to sympathize and look up to police while also de-fanging their image to you. the police are not heroes and they are definitely not safe to be around.
baby im babysitting: ba
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Just looking out for a homie
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damassie · 5 years
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im a hoe for art restoration
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damassie · 5 years
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911 hey i hate to be “that guy” but i glued myself to the ceiling again
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damassie · 5 years
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Me Since You
My life has been a whirlwind adventure since you’ve joined me as my other half. I feel my wallet grow emptier as I spend so much on the both of us instead of myself. I watch my mileage meter rise as I take you to places you need to be, but I don’t. I find myself watching everything I say since you’re a lot more sensitive than I would think.
Yet, there are so many small things that have changed for the better too.
I grab everything in pairs. It always has to be one blue and one pink, one black and one white, one sweet and one savory, one large and one small. I can never seem to make a “quick trip” anywhere. When I am at the corner store, I have to think of trinkets or snacks you’d like. When I am at a clothing store, I think of articles you do not have. I worry that you’ll be too cold at night or too warm in the day. Every time I walk past a male mannequin, I think about you in the clothes; if they would not suit you, I think the outfitter has poor taste. When I visit a restaurant, I think of bringing you to share a meal next time. I have learned to share everything: my meals, my drinks, my secrets, my blankets, my living space. 
Every time I hop into my car, I hope the destination will be you. Somehow, HGW has become a favorite place for me. It’s where we spent passionate nights, tearful moments, bittersweet goodbyes, and excited hellos. I have learned to appreciate the “dirty” places. You inspire some love for urban backdrops in me. Maybe when I think of them, I think of the things that made you, and then I am in love.
When I think of culture, I’ve suddenly become so rooted in my own. When I was little, I’ve always wanted to be what white was. I’ve always wanted to be pure, unassuming, and like the winning crowd. Now, I want to be the colors of the kites we fly in Korea: the red and the blue of the Taeguk. To us, it represents the sky and the earth, and in my life, you are my Taeguk. You make me feel grounded and like I’m flying at the same time. You make me feel like I want to love my culture, the color of my skin, and the texture of my hair. Your passions for Mayan history are so admirable. You are the historian that scours the lost pages, you are the archaeologist that callouses his hands to find relics, you are the orator that carries the word of those people. You are, to many of us, quite everything. To the Mayans of past, you are their world-- or at least, you are the last to carry it in your pocket.
I have always been sickly and accepting of my short lifespan. When I was at my worst, I wanted it to be over already. I wished that life would cease in my next moments. The pain was really unbearable and not even the morphine would be enough. When I was just fifteen, I was put on a Super Opioid during a hospital visit, when the pain made me roll and fall from my bed. Now, I don’t know what miracle you have worked on me, but I don’t feel pains like that anymore. You have soothed the aches in my heart and the illness in my body, magically. When I’m ill, though, I finally feel like I can make it through. You are both the pillars that support me through the tunnel and the light at the end of it. I want to be strong for both of us. I want to be strong for you, and I want to be strong for the children I’ll bear. I refuse to let my future with you be cut short.
Happy Valentine’s Day, darling💖
I love you. I have never loved anything or anyone like you. I've never been so in love or so willing to spend my future with someone, ever. I remember we spent every Valentine's for almost a decade as friends, exchanging flowers and cards as if it's something ‘just friends’ do. There was always something unspoken, and now I think I have everything I could ask for. I never thought dreams came true until we happened. We've reached so many milestones in the past year, I could only really ask for marriage now. But I will wait another nine years or another thousand for you. Or another thousand after that, since our cycles together seem to never end. I'm sorry we have our rough moments, but I know there are brighter horizons. I see the sun watching over me nearly every day, and in it, I see your laughter and your charm. You are, truly, the sun in my sky. I can only wish for the clouds to clear soon and for you to peek through as a permanent fixture in my life. I can't believe we've come this far. I wake up every morning hopeful for the future, one filled with sweets, pretty things, and you! 
Thank you, from the bottom of the heart you stole, for your love and kindness. The gentle way you hold my hands and kiss them. The way you say my name. The way you lend your jacket to me the moment you see me shiver, even if it's forty degrees out. I could ask for nothing else from you except your continued companionship by my side, and to not dress like a bum (but we're already working on that). I could ask for nothing else from you except your continued love. I wish to be by the one you make memories with now and forever.
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damassie · 5 years
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