Secretly staying at my boyfriend’s house in Olympia while my parents are on vacation. o.o I feel like such a bad child. ;-;

(Source: niiiiiicolaaa)

My period finally came after being 9 days late from sickness and stress.

On the day of my midterm.

In Michael’s bed. LOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOL.

He had to run to get pads while I awkwardly sat there trying not to bleed everywhere.

ok one last effort for studying laplace transforms and then I just take my test and get over with it

The longer I stay in a relationship and fight and argue and watch the people around us break up or start and we hold on the more I realize how true it is that you don’t find love. You make it.

The longer you stay, the harder it is. The worse the fights are - and I swear we’re making each other crazier. But it’s worth it.

I don’t think I could ever love someone else as passionately.

because I was sad earlier, michael let me lick his face

like i just licked my boyfriend’s entire face like a dog

he’s crying now

LOL

OMG

WAT R WE DOIN

Sometimes I realize what a piece of shit I am, but then some other times I realize that I’m even a shittier person when I think that way.

I’m crazy. I don’t care anymore. I’d rather be crazy happy than crazy sad.

I have more hair than my boyfriend.

I have a baby happy trail that extends from my belly button down — and Michael has a completely smooth belly.
Michael has longer hair on his legs and thighs — but I have more in quantity if I didn’t shave.
I have more armpit hair than Michael — I could literally tweeze all of his faster than I could shave mine.
I have upper lip fuzzies and bushy eyebrows.
I have hairier arms.
When I eat food, I get massive food bellies that make me look pregnant — Michael has a flat stomach after eating. Sometimes my belly sticks out farther than my boobs.

I liken myself to a yeti. I also like to make yeti noises. Michael thinks it’s cute.

Sometimes I tidy myself up. Sometimes I don’t.

Regardless, Michael tells me I’m beautiful. Even if I let my mustache grow longer than his. ;) This always happens on midterms and finals weeks.

The people who really love you will not give a single ounce to what you look like. They’ll think you’re beautiful and say it over and over again until you think it too.