Every single detail about her is loved; the way she walks, talks, speaks. The sound of her voice. Her laughter. The sparkle in her eyes, her shy smile. The way she dresses. That cute face she makes when she’s asleep, and the way she says my name that makes my heart just explode with mirth, a simple act that no one else can replicate.
Oh go fuck yourselves, you self righteous, self absorbed, bible thumping, assholes who can’t keep your own “code of ethics” to your fucking self.
![Dear Kat,
Please know this, you’re my entire life. The very idea of you is me. You will continue on, even in a rudimentary copy, in me, if you were all the sudden poofed from existence. Though that is not what I want, that is what I want you to know. I love you, ever so intricately and deeply, and because of that, I’m confident that, if you were torn from reality and existence, residing in me would be the closest and best reincarnation and eternal life [until I died that is] of you. I’ll have you not thinking that I could go a day without smelling your hair, or seeing your lips scrunch, or noticing the glinting smile hiding in your prancing, green eyes.](http://25.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_lq0j0gByWi1qijnhwo1_500.jpg)
Dear Kat,
Please know this, you’re my entire life. The very idea of you is me. You will continue on, even in a rudimentary copy, in me, if you were all the sudden poofed from existence. Though that is not what I want, that is what I want you to know. I love you, ever so intricately and deeply, and because of that, I’m confident that, if you were torn from reality and existence, residing in me would be the closest and best reincarnation and eternal life [until I died that is] of you. I’ll have you not thinking that I could go a day without smelling your hair, or seeing your lips scrunch, or noticing the glinting smile hiding in your prancing, green eyes.
- August 16
- , 2011
She’s my entire purpose for existence. Without her, I wouldn’t be. I love her with every little molecule in my entire molecular structure. There isn’t a thing I wouldn’t do for her. Sometimes I don’t think she has any idea how much I stare at her and admire her. How often I get lost in fantastic thought about her when she’s just cooking something in the kitchen in her cute little shorts. Even though I know she knows these things, I like to pretend she doesn’t so I can tell her over and over again. Telling her how much I love her, dozens of times every day, is something I haven’t been able to stop doing for the 2 and half years we’ve been together. Not to say I’m going to try to stop…
I wonder if when Jesus rose from the dead it was like waking up from being asleep. If so, do you think he had morning wood? I mean, after all, he was mortal after all. It makes perfect sense for Jesus to wake from the dead with a big old chubby before he goes around kicking romans and drinking wine. I guess that’s why the call it the resERECTION.
I know I may have posted this before, but I felt it needed to be posted again. I just really love this video.
I think you really should take the time to watch all 4 parts. [I think there are 4]
I’m pretty sure Jesus was gay. He has 12 dudes follow him around and he was hung like this.
- April 8
- , 2011
