There’s no perfection. There’s adjustment, complaining, silent suffering, compromising.
Some movies are just made for moments like this. I’m sleep-deprived from a period-induced migraine. It’s 2 A.M., there’s a storm outside. I’m thinking about cancer and how it sucks. I’m missing my lola and my aunt. I’m thinking about love and compromise, and growing up.
Here’s to matches made in heaven and bloody knees from first bicycle rides, and all the steps we’ll have to stumble to get there. Whoever it may be, whatever love it is, whatever love is, whatever love.
There’s no perfection. There’s adjustment, complaining, silent suffering, compromising.
Some movies are just made for moments like this. I’m sleep-deprived from a period-induced migraine. It’s 2 A.M., there’s a storm outside. I’m thinking about cancer and how it sucks. I’m missing my lola and my aunt. I’m thinking about love and compromise, and growing up.
Here’s to matches made in heaven and bloody knees from first bicycle rides, and all the steps we’ll have to stumble to get there. Whoever it may be, whatever love it is, whatever love is, whatever love.
