There is nothing worse than hearing people attempt to sound intelligent by using lengthy words and MISUSING THEM
I completely photosynthesize with this
She is not “my girl.”
She belongs to herself. And I am blessed, for with all her freedom, she still comes back to me, moment-to-moment, day-by-day, and night-by-night.
How much more blessed can I be?
Avraham Chaim, Thoughts after The Alchemist (via suchvodka)