when you’re a millennial, a conservative, a good person, and you lean (slightly right) mostly middle

is being able to ask
“Baby will you please let my back?”
“Pet it?”
“Yes. That’s the most accurate way to put it.”

My boyfriend, half asleep: Do you have any water left in your cup over there?
Me: *hands him the last of my water*
Him, with eyes still closed: *drinks it, rolls over and looks at me, smiles*
“That’s great.”

artdad:

Beautiful Dogs Surrounding Me

I get drunk before work.
And every day,
I scold myself for getting too damn drunk to be at work.

how much cellulite lives on the backs of my thighs until RIGHT NOW.
This is, without a doubt, the most frustrating and discouraging discovery of my recent lifetime.
For three months now, I’ve been working for that perfect, flat tummy, toned arms & back, and those long slender legs I used to be famous for.
I’m cutting down on what I eat, when I eat, and how much I eat; yet, to no avail.
I honestly don’t know what to fucking do anymore.
Bf won’t have sex w me anymore, and I can’t seem to get back to where I was when we met..
so, what’s really the point of this all???
He’s stayed around long enough, with me looking as I do..
I’m ready to give up.
Just give in and fucking let it go.
Nobody realizes what a hard time I’m having with this.. it sounds easy from the outside,
But I’m having a HELL of a time making it through each day,
And it’s (apparently) all for nothing.