Im sorry but if you dont think irish step dancing is bad ass we cannot be friends.
Sometimes you have to be apart from people you love, but that doesn’t make you love them any less. Sometimes you love them more.
That moment when your boyfriends mom see’s the scars on your legs and asks what happened.
Yep that was totally embarrassing and caught me off guard. Lately I have been asked about them, and everytime I never know how to answer. Maybe one day I will have the courage to just embrace my scars and not be ashamed of them or why I have them.
We fought, holy shit we fought but damn, we loved. We loved more than anything; I think that makes all the fighting okay; we fought because we cared. Our arguments were filled with passion and this strange fucked-up way of saying ‘I love you.’