peacocktales:

For real though why do boys complain about kissing girls who have red lipstick on? It just gets on your lips so now you’re wearing it too?? It’s a free makeover and now you’re lookin fab why complain??? So ungrateful?????

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bestpal:

Isn’t it so great to be the most beautiful person in the world? not that you would know cause it’s me but can you imagine?

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rabioheab:

calling people on the phone is more stressful than open heart surgery 

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miggylol:

pumpkin spice candles soon

pumpkin lattes soon

pumpkin everything

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If people spent as much time planning their marriages as they did planning their weddings there would probably be less divorce in the world. A beautiful marriage is far more important than a beautiful wedding.

(via horsesandheritage)

So true!

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reginamas:

i just told my mom i died at birth and i’ve been a ghost this entire time just growing and manifesting into the daughter she’d lost

and she’s just like

well please go to the light because i am tired of your shit

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rrrrosa:

those songs that start in one earbud and flow into the next

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frickgerard:

[at my own wedding] can I stay in the car

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bekkaa:

I use hun not hon because you are not my honey, you are my fierce warrior

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Marriage: From Distant Concept to my Perceived Reality

          Growing up, marriage was just a term in my household. I was eight when my parents started their divorce process and honestly I have no memories of them as a married couple. We grew up in a large house on five acres of vineyards in Hollister, California; five bedrooms with a master suite on each end. My father had moved to the other side of the house towards the end of their marriage. It was a full week before we knew he had actually moved out of the house. When my father left our family, he claimed he left to get counseling to be able to better communicate and improve his relationship with my mother. The reality of it was, he was seeing another woman and playing family with her and her daughter. From there I never trusted a man again, and never believed in marriage.

            In media we often see young girls dreaming of their wedding and playing it out with bouquet in hand. I never once envisioned myself getting married, in fact when I was a child I thought if I never married I would stay young and live forever. My mom, however; quickly cleared up that confusion. Marriage was never at the top of my list, perhaps it wasn’t even on my list. I found that giving my heart to someone and giving them the chance to break it like I saw my father break my mom’s was crushing and a reality I never wanted to face.

            Marriage was spoken about as if it were an impenetrable force that was meant to last as long as the couples’ live. However, my eight year old mind became cynical and unwilling to take the risk. Sure, I saw relatives able to sustain a marriage but this was only on holidays and family gatherings, once I returned home I saw a single mother struggling to provide for her three children. This was my reality, a life where marriage bore no meaning other than a past tense. Marriage was a taboo; it was a word of pain and loss for my family.

            That cynical eight year old has grown into a twenty year old mother and wife. I still struggle to trust my husband daily; but I fight every day to keep my marriage because I do not want my daughter growing up fearing the same things I do. I do not want her to know the pain of watching her mother be heartbroken and struggling to keep her family.

            My husband and I were raised in two completely different households. I was raised by a strong, independent woman who taught me to be independent and not settle for anything less than what I truly deserve. My husband was raised in the Deep South with a mother that kept quiet to the loud disciplining of a stepfather. Their expectations of marriage are different for the entire culture in the South but also within his household. We often have clashes of the in-laws because his stepfather expected him to marry a submissive woman who is willing to do the housework and childcare, however; he moved to California and met a woman who isn’t afraid to speak her mind.

It is increasingly hard to keep a marriage in this day due to the jump in divorce rates, and simply how easy it is for people to call it quits. Marriage is a give and take, and trying to navigate it without seeing it in my youth is progressively difficult. I do not think maintaining a marriage ever gets easier, but it has to be a constant effort from both members. My husband believes a marriage should come easy, and that little to no effort should be necessary. We differ on a lot of basic marriage ideologies but I believe it comes from growing up in different households, cultures, and societies. The cliché is that opposites attract, so if that sentiment is true we should be off to a great start at a lifetime of contrasting ideals. 

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