I'm With You

Empty Promises.

We should just stay friends. The kind of friends that only speak when we run into each other down the street, forcing awkward small talk with feigned surprise at how good it was to see each other and making vague promises of catching up sometime that we don’t intend to follow through. I’d like that.

“When we’re incomplete, we’re always searching for somebody to complete us. When, after a few years or a few months of a relationship, we find that we’re still unfulfilled, we blame our partners and take up with somebody more promising. This can go on and on—series polygamy—until we admit that while a partner can add sweet dimensions to our lives, we, each of us, are responsible for our own fulfillment. Nobody else can provide it for us, and to believe otherwise is to delude ourselves dangerously and to program for eventual failure every relationship we enter.”
— Tom Robbins (via slekes)
Just what I feel like. 

Just what I feel like. 

Leo. Marry me you sexy bastard xox

Leo. Marry me you sexy bastard xox