Painfully average looking with a great sense of humor and always down to get drunk
If God could run out of grace, He would’ve for me by now. And yet every morning I wake up, He says, “There is more, there is still more.”
You don’t need to buy me expensive things or take me out to dinner every night or even every weekend. I don’t need the world or want the world. I want the little things. If you push my hair out of face or rub my back. Or if you randomly kiss my cheek. Or text me randomly saying you miss me. Or if you make a tweet about me or post a picture of us. Then that’s all I care about. I want the little things. I care way more about that, than anything else.
If I have to ask for your attention, then I don’t even want it.
If I dont respond to your insult it means what i wanted to say was too mean and I decided to let you live