Man, I get bitchy when I’m hungry.
I’ve been hurt so bad and I still love so hard. I admire my heart for that.
Give me a tumblr URL and I’ll tell you what I think of that person.
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?