I am a beast. I was born from other beasts, and I will die a beast. It’s in my nature, in my blood.
You are yours are creatures. Gentler hands, tender embraces. You took me into your nest, feeding me along with your own young. But it’s clear I will always be a beast. My paws dwarf yours. My movements are less graceful. My eyes carry something different. But you love me all the same. And I love you as my mother.
I am a beast, but I am your beast. Loyal to you and you alone.
It's because you're always doing those damn ann bibs
The voice of the people (me in my chemistry lecture) has been silenced (my professor didn’t see my raised hand)
Remember ladies. Any burrito can be a breakfast burrito if you eat it for breakfast
Why does God give his toughest battles (cleaning up spilled lemonade) to his eepiest little soldiers (me)
Glass was never meant to hold lightning.
I think I'm going to have a little ✨menty b✨
My wife: My beautiful wife! My amazing, brilliant, beautiful, perfect wife! I'd die for her. God she's perfect.
Me: dumbass (affectionate)
Thank you for loving me like your own.
*flight of the bumblebee plays furiously as I navigate Walmart*
Love is so visceral. I can feel it in my bones, my organs, my skin. I can feel it hang in the wind. I breathe it in, I breathe it out.
Maybe everything will be alright after all.