When I’m a parent I’m definitely going to ask my child often “are you okay?” I never want my child to be crying their eyes out when I’m peacefully sleeping under the same roof and I certainly never want them to feel like there’s nobody there for them. Because I always will be
oh my god i’m soooo waisted
the more sexual and inappropriate you are with me the better we’ll get along
I’ve been told that alcohol is bad for me.
I’ve also been told that loving you is bad for me.
I’m still drinking
I think everything in life is art. What you do. How you dress. The way you love someone, and how you talk. Your smile and your personality. What you believe in, and all your dreams. The way you drink your tea. How you decorate your home. Or party. Your grocery list. The food you make. How your writing looks. And the way you feel. Life is art.
My problem was that no one ever needed me as much as I needed them.