i was just asked if the death of my dad gets easier or more difficult. my response was you can pretend it gets easier. but that’s about it. He was my dad and he died when i was 15. fifteen. i don’t find it fair and i don’t care if anyone thinks i shouldn’t feel that way. it wasn’t fair. not having a dad is never fair. i grew up without him, without his support, and without his advice. so yeah, it will never be easy.
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—Ryan
So wuhhhhh.
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‘You’re an amazing girlfriend,
And some day you’ll be my amazing fiancé
and someday you’ll be my amazing wife’
I want to be all of those things with you some day! It’s been really nice being home again, in the arms of the man I love as we whisper sweet nothings to each other. My favorite is simply gazing into each others eyes in awe of the love we’ve found in each other. And I really like his soft kisses too. Eighteen days apart was hard, but we got through it and we’ve grown together from it. It’s nice to share a bed with someone who wants to cuddle and tangle up with me… no offense, mom - sharing a bed in the philippines was nice but this is what I’ve been missing.
They exist! They come in cute tiny forms of filipino children singing door to door :)
Mabuhay!
As I get older, I care less. I should care less because the world doesn’t revolve around me or the day I was born.
There is no real American dream anymore. But there also never really was one.
