When the honeymoon stage ends what happens

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You’re more honest with each other. Bodily functions are something to laugh about. Sweatpants and tee shirts are a regular thing. They know what you look like without all the makeup. Being “laid up and watching Netflix” is the only thing you’re looking forward to after work. You don’t go on fancy dates as often but you trade that for quality time. You find yourself being more vulnerable and you open up more. They become your best friend. You will able to talk about anything. You won’t be worried about impressing their parents, you’re just gonna love them anyway regardless of how their parents may feel. You will have inside jokes that no one else will get. Sex is not as often but, twice as passionate. Little fights will happen, but you’ll learn not to sweat the small stuff. You’ll learn what compromise really is about. You’ll dream about the future together. Grow together. Be on each other’s team. See their ugly crying face, and be the one to wipe the tears away & do something stupid to make them life. things are amazing after the honeymoon stage. However, it’s a time about giving up your walls and open up some doors you have locked a long time ago.

That’s why some people don’t make it past this point, because they don’t know what unconditional self-love means. Remain open and optimistic, love will never fail you.

I love when this post resurfaces. It’s like a gentle reminder.

Relevant for me right now.

To be honest, I believe in this.

there’s something so satisfying about umbrellas that just immediately pop open when you press a button.. so suave.. so sexy.. watch me open my umbrella and shield myself from the rain in one swift movement and tell me that’s not smooth. not hot. you can’t. because it was SO sexy

i’m never hotter than when i just pop open my umbrella and casually swing it to my shoulder. that’s peak me baby. never gonna be any cooler than that

PLEASE watch this

oh my lord

“hey remember when you used to like—”

wanna be Tumblr famous but don’t want to put in the effort to make good posts so I peddle my mediocre wares at the side of the road

I stand at the side of a muddy road with my peasant garb, hollering “posts? funny posts, sir? a good chuckle for your madame?”

sir slimetony rolls by in his gleaming armor and calls me a peon and a cuck before having his big horse stamp my market stall into the ground

Better than me, all i do is add unnecessary comments to other users with goblin in their name

you’re the only valid person on this fucking website

Soulmates are not your ~other half~, that’s just nonsense. You are a whole person already, not half a person. A soulmate isn’t even inherently romantic. A soulmate is just the other sock in a matched set. You’re still a whole, complete sock on your own, you are perfectly functional paired with any other sock, it’s just that it’s even better when you match. A soulmate is literally just the person who makes your soul go “!!! Same hat!!!” and wave excitedly.

i love this

this is literally the only interpretation of “soulmate” that I can tolerate or accept 

mood

Reblog if you’re a little internet friend who finds this funny

I think cooking is my calling 😋❤️🍴

Well hang up

i’ve reblogged this like three times and i still have no idea what the fuck is going on

is this what happens when actors try to leave disney

[me, attempting to communicate with the dead] “hey u up lol”

[ouija board spells out “READ AT 11:57 PM"]

i was never seen again.

this was the best time ever bc my host had just changed the tire and I was like “oh hell yeah an old tractor tire! you know what that means!” and everyone was like “no….” the French boys and the Norwegians were like “we dont actually” and I was like my god….I’m the only hillbilly here….it’s Up To Me

and I like to think of that as the only significant cultural impact I made.

everyone’s so worried about my tree trajectory but that’s the best part about rolling downhill in tractor tires: so much of the shock is absorbed by the tire so you can pretty much do anything. in theory. i’m not a doctor I actually don’t know you could probably still die. one of the guys I roped into this went over a huge boulder and went airborn for a hot second though so that was fun

me, applying a hydrating serum to my skin: have a fucking sip babe

mater has given dobby a gun

I FUCKING SPELLED MASTER WRONG

don’t talk to me until i’ve eaten my morning ass

I was walking around my neighborhood and saw a bunch of police surrounding a small house for a drug bust. As I got closer, I heard the policemen barking aggressively, so naturally I was like, wtf??? And one of them caught my eye and said, “Oh, we’re trying to scare them out of there,” and minutes later a bunch of furries came out the house whimpering and shit.

please sign your posts with your url i refuse to be continuously terrified of humanity by them

☠️👻🦇| coalironworks

You can’t get much happier than a pig in muck, or so we are told.

But when this little piggy arrived in the farmyard she showed a marked reluctance to get her trotters dirty. While her six brothers and sisters messed around in the mire, she stayed on the edge shaking. It is thought she might have mysophobia - a fear of dirt.

Owners Debbie and Andrew Keeble were at a loss, until they remembered the four miniature wellies used as pen and pencil holders in their office. They slipped them on the piglet’s feet - and into the mud she happily ploughed. [x]

WOW GREAT NEWS

#THIS IS THE HAPPIEST I’VE EVER BEEN  #LIL BOOTS  #LIL PIG IN LIL BOOTS  #EVERYTHING’S SO LIL  #ANIMAL FRIENDS  

Having a rough time? Little bitty piggy in little bitty boots.

those boots are made for walkin