My kinds of ships are the ships where the men know their women are powerful forces of nature and that they could fuck up entire armies in a matter of seconds and THEY EMBRACE IT AND TAKE PRIDE IN IT???! “Oh… It’s not me you should be worried about… It’s my WIFE.“ *smirks* YAAASSSSSSSSSS GIVE ME MORE.
there was a disastrous performance of Macbeth at the Old Vic by Peter O’Toole and apparently there was this one part in the play one night where a Servant comes in and should say “Your wife, my lord, is dead” but what ACTUALLY happened was
Hamilton: I cheated on my wife, maybe I should stop and never talk about it again
Hamilton: continue cheating on her, and even pay a shit ton of money to do it. Oh, and then publish a life ruining essay, that no one asked for, with an in depth description of the affair, just for good measure.
what she means:
honestly everyone in RFA is always worried about mc but no one worries about jaehee like she is so stressed and overworked why are they worrying about the wrong person i wish i could help my girl i wish i could take some burden and stress off of her i wish i could always call her to comfort her and support her but i don't have enough hourglasses and im currently broke she is so amazing and needs to stand up for herself but she also needs to be protected because wowie she is an angel i am in love with her i am so gay
I’m not sure why things happened the way they did, I’m not sure why we met on the first of may and I’m not sure why i ended up in mo. sometimes i still think about it all. but i do not regret it, that year taught me more about life, love, and most importantly myself than i ever thought it would. i became a better version of myself because of it. you taught me what i want in someone, and what i should expect from someone, i hope my future wife has some of the qualities i loved about you. you taught me to look for someone who will cover my room in sticky notes, or buy a huge bear just bc I’m sad, you taught me to look for someone who will hold me as i sob uncontrollably on the bathroom floor, and not look at me any differently because of it. in a way because of you, i learned what it was like to love someone with a mental illness, i watched you love me through it, and in a way it taught me how to love myself through it. i didn’t know it at the time, but i do now. some days i was so sad i didn’t even have the energy to wash my own hair and so you did it for me, i would shake and so you would hold me every night. when i thought i couldn’t ever smile again you sang to me in the car. i am not sure why things ever happened the way that they did, but a tiny piece of me is happy that they did. i have washed my hair without the help of your fingertips 74 times, i have slept tangled in blankets rather than in you for 63 nights, i have driven countless miles with an empty passenger seat, i have listened to hundreds of songs without your voice belting the lyrics. i never wanted things to end the way they did. I’m not sure why things happened the way they did, but I am thankful that they did. Hurting me is the best thing you ever did for me, partially because of you i have learned to love myself, you hurting me forced me to learn to love me without the help from you. I am a stronger me than we ever were an us.
And so I thank you, thankyou for hurting me,
thankyou for making me that much stronger.
2017 Goal: Continuing to be the woman guys will always regard as “the one who got away/should have been my wife/could have been my everything/would re-do if they had the chance”. I want to continue to evolve into the best version of myself. If that means that they aren’t up to par I drop em’. I refuse to help improve a man who won’t aid me on my road to improving myself. I’m not a fucking side character, not in this era, in this day, with all these opportunities.