Peace of mind. To know that I have someone for me no matter what, who will help me when I need it even though I don’t ask, who comforts me in a way no one else has before. It’s amazing to love someone really great and have them love you back 10 fold.
Oh, and he got me this sweet bracelet with a heart charm that has our initials engraved on it.
It’s not even that I hate them, it kind of just scares me. It scares me that there are so many girls out there hating themselves because of how they look. That they devote blogs to pro-ana mantras and pictures of girls with bones sticking out and talk about how they can’t wait until they are finally 120, 110, 90 pounds.
I wish more people worked out and ate well because it’s healthy. Because our bodies are beautiful things that should be cherished and taken care of, not beaten into submission with juice fasts, ABC diets, and running until we pass out.
I wish girls out there didn’t care about their thighs touching or whether or not a boy is noticing them because they are skinny.
I wish these thinspo bloggers had more self confidence, and loved themselves for who they were, not how much they weigh.
Three shirts, two pairs of shorts, a countless amount of socks (mostly because he leaves them here), a pillow, and a fortune from a fortune cookie.
As long as he can stand me.
7- What’s your least favorite memory about them?
Don’t have one.
8- What was your last fight about?
We’ve never had a fight. I knooow, it’s weird.
All of them? No, that sounds sappy (but it’s so true.)
I’m just going to pick one that we were talking about the other day.
AIDS couch night. Two people try to sleep on a tiny couch and fail. So we just stayed up talking all night and it made me realize just how sweet and caring Brock was.
I want tooo! But i can’t. I don’t drive so the only way I get to leave this place is if Brock drives me and he works all weekend. I hate being 4 hours away from the diiirty Uda.
So once upon a time, during my sophomore year of college, a few mutual friends held a “Fall Ball” party. It was supposed to be like a middle school dance. So I made sure I looked damn good and I went with a few friends. He actually drove me to the party but I was chatting with the girl next to me in the car and didn’t really notice, except for the fact that him and his friend were singing Hollywood Undead and I was like “Really? Who listens to that crap?”
Anyways, we were at the party and I was kinda drunk (and by kinda I mean really drunk.) I went up to him( because I liked his voice and thought he was really cute) and told him “Oh hey, I know who you are. You’re Brock.” and he was like “No…..my name’s Seth..Seth Wren.”
Which was a total lie, but for the rest of the party we kept running into each other and he’d ask me what his name was and I’d go “You’re Brooooock Maaaaples!”
And he’d tell me I was wrong.
It went on like this for the rest of the party.
Then the party was over and we started talking when we saw each other at school. Then we started texting, then talking, then texting, then dating, then we were together. And it’s been awesome.
*edit* Ok, so we actually met when we were freshmen, (my friend Lauren introduced us really quickly) but we barely acknowledged each other and didn’t even talk, so Brock and I don’t count that.
10 months muthafucka