Cats, cars, coffee, clothes, food, street bikes, lingerie, shoes, grunge, animals & my boyfriend. On that health kick! Protein grr 💪

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When anyone won’t stop talking to me

When anyone won’t stop talking to me

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for everyone wondering what the fuck that quote is from, here ya go

I wish you were in this room with me right now. I wish I could put my arms around you. I wish I could touch you.

—Her (2013)

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It worries me, that I’m not the perfect girlfriend. I don’t even know his favorite food or what colors he likes. If I got him dinner, I wouldn’t know what to bring him home. I don’t know everything about him, is that a weakness? He knows everything about me. All I basically know is the size boxers he wears. I don’t know what to do to make him smile or laugh. I don’t know what’s so special about me that makes him happy. I’m not his type. I’m not tan & blonde, I am the exact opposite. I have confidence! It just gets low when I think about this. Does he notice the little things that make him realize he loves me, like I do? The baby voice, is my favorite. And when he sleeps, he holds me so close it makes me want to cry. I can’t wait till I can come home everyday to him and his cuddles. We can lie in bed at night and just talk. We can cuddle up on the couch on our nights off and watch a movie. I can make him meals and he can kiss me before he leaves for the day. I don’t want to be a housewife, i just want to be the “perfect” girlfriend, the kind he’s dreamt about since he was 10. I know he doesn’t think about moving in as much as I do. I know he’s probably not as excited either.
Sometimes I wish I could be inside his head; just to see us from his side.