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?


Avraham Chaim, Thoughts after The Alchemist (via peachiegrl)

I want this

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While you cook I’ll hold you from behind kiss you on your neck and tell you how lucky I am to have you


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if you can’t deal with my sarcasm. I can’t deal with being your friend. 

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