It’s 19 more days until Hauke is back from Iceland.
And 34 until I’m finally getting to see him again.
I’m getting so weak in this relationship I feel like I can’t make it. But I wont ever think about giving up.
yo gettin married at 22 sounds a lot like leavin a party at 9:30 pm
yeah but you get to leave the party with your favorite person on the planet, and take off all of your makeup, and put on your ugly comfortable clothes and make popcorn and curl up in your bed and watch a movie, and have sex and go to sleep, idk how that sounds like a bad thing.
And everyone else just wakes up alone and hungover.