"After years of dating losers and sociopaths, I’m now happily dating the man of my dreams: a devout Catholic divorcee with some pretty serious Dad issues which, for a single, 30-something woman, is not too shabby."
(Source: missyperegrym, via thevaginakhaleesi)
I love how she almost drops it until she smells it and that flashbulb memory hits.
“Real isn’t how you are made,” said the Skin Horse. “It’s a thing that happens to you. When a child loves you for a long, long time, not just to play with, but REALLY loves you, then you become Real … Generally, by the time you are Real, most of your hair has been loved off, and your eyes drop out and you get loose in the joints and very shabby. But these things don’t matter at all, because once you are Real you can’t be ugly, except to people who don’t understand.”
― Margery Williams, The Velveteen Rabbit
This is the cutest thing ever