Back to work on Monday I go! ~finally~
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The Jimi Hendrix Experience — Castles Made of Sand - 1967
I am so completely invigorated with love for Chris. I stop and ask myself, how do I really know I want to marry this guy? Like, how do I know when I’m slightly older ill still feel the same? These questions make me sad, I don’t like thinking about any of this. But, I can smile to myself, about how the good times knock the few bad times out of the park. I can also smile at how much our love just grows. We feed it like we would a plant and it grows, baby. This system can only continue. I can laugh because of how happy only comes to mind with him. I can only shower my love, and be myself, and give my all. Give my everything. And I’m willing to. I’m willing to be apart of something bigger than ourselves. It has taken years to get as close as we are, to complete thoughts, to be on this level on consciousness, to just connect with you electrifys me. I cannot even transcribe the warmth that comes into my soul and heart when I think about you, a life with you, everything with you, babe.
Hired down the street at rite aid.
Somehow I passed that drug test.
I hate that THC stays in your system for so long.
point: I’m lucky as shit