She is not “my girl.”
She belongs to herself. And I am blessed, for with all her freedom, she still comes back to me, moment-to-moment, day-by-day, and night-by-night.
How much more blessed can I be?” —
This is one of the most freeing statements I have seen in a while
love is not possession
again, love. Is. Not. Possession. (via verucadarling)
date a boy who thinks all your jokes are funny and is slightly afraid youre going to snap his neck unprovoked