There’s not a lot that makes me happier than waking up next to you in a bed that smells like bonfire.
White couples that adopt non-white kids.
If you’re getting mad at someone for adopting a parentless child and bringing that child into a loving home because their skin color doesn’t match then you need to take a good hard look at your priorities, evaluate your life, and ask yourself how you sunk this fucking low.
I am white and I have a brother (Guatemalan) and a sister (Afghani) who are not. I’m so sorry that that offends your delicate sensibilities, would you rather they have stayed in the orphanage system until someone that looked like them came along? In Guatemala, children who remain unadopted on their sixth birthdays have a 1 in 5 chance of living to see adulthood. My sister, who is physically disabled, stood a greater chance of being adopted to serve as a literal sex slave for all of the men in a family than being adopted by a family who wanted to (and was able to) take care of her. But God, you’re right. How fucking dare we remove a child who doesn’t look like us from a situation like that?
Good eye, sniper. 6:30am and I’m sitting alone on a dock begging the Universe for a sign. For a signal, a feeling, anything. I want to know that this is all worth it. I want to know that you’re worth it. I believe that you are. I always have. But you’ve yet to prove me right. I’ve spent the last two years running in circles trying to make sense of you, but the truth is I’ve never known what to do with you. What’s worse, I don’t even know what to do with myself anymore. I stopped pretending to understand a long time ago, but clearly it’s gotten me nowhere, because here I am, right where this whole thing started. You are the worst thing that’s ever happened to me. You’re everything I’ve ever wanted. I hate you more than I ever thought possible, but I still love you so much I can’t breathe.
I have yet to understand how one person can make me so frustrated and angry so quickly, but you’ve done it again. You treat me like shit 98% of the time and I still love you with every single part of me, and it’s miserable. And I know tomorrow you’ll call me and act like everything’s fine and it’ll take me all of 1.7 seconds to forget that I was ever upset, but right now I honestly and truly fucking hate you.
You have me wrapped so tightly around your finger that I can’t breathe. We make plans and I spend my entire week counting down to seeing you. You disappear and in a matter of hours I’m in tears, wondering why you continue to pull the same bullshit two years later….and why I continue to let you do it. And then your name appears on my phone, I dry my eyes, you spin a bullshit excuse and call me ‘doll’, and just like that you have me again, and I’m ticking off the minutes until I see you. You have the power to make me angry enough to spit fire and so happy that I can’t see straight all at the same time.
I hate you with everything in me, and I love you so much I can’t stand it.