I want a baby because it's a person I created with my partner. There is part of me and part of him in this little human. Carrying him or her for 9 months holding that bond in my tummy. Feeling him or her kick and then me and my partner talking through my tummy. When sitting by myself I just start singing to my baby. And then when the time comes and him or her finally arrives just getting to see what him and I made everyday would make me the happiest girl ever. Teaching him or her things, playing, cuddle up and take naps, creating memories, and just protecting him or her from everything. Although I want all of that I know that at this age giving that child everything I want would be difficult so all I have is time.
“I love unmade beds. I love when people are drunk and crying and cannot be anything but honest in that moment. I love the look in people’s eyes when they realize they’re in love. I love the way people look when they first wake up and they’ve forgotten their surroundings. I love the gasp people take when their favorite character dies. I love when people close their eyes and drift to somewhere in the clouds. I fall in love with people and their honest moments all the time. I fall in love with their breakdowns and their smeared makeup and their daydreams. Honesty is just too beautiful to ever put into words.”—Unknown (via thefilthyyouth)
“When I got home that night as my wife served dinner, I held her hand and said, I’ve got something to tell you. She sat down and ate quietly. Again I observed the hurt in her eyes.
Suddenly I didn’t know how to open my mouth. But I had to let her know what I was thinking. I want a divorce. I raised the topic calmly. She didn’t seem to be annoyed by my words, instead she asked me softly, why?