oh man the best is when a dude is like "you’re not wife material." fucking good. i want to be totalitarian dictator material; blood sucking life ruiner material; fucking bulletproof immortal drug lord material. not your fucking wife you gross asshole. 

(via misskatinele)

Such a great day. Especially when I was feeling kind of reluctant about it. People and crowds and driving and not having a solid plan all equal nervousness. I didn’t sleep well last night and I was worried that would make things more difficult, but I was fine.

I got to spend the day hanging out with friends in the park I had my 7th & 27th birthdays at, meeting and playing with babies, catching up with old friends and generally remembering that life moves on but some things stay the same.

There were a few moments that felt quite surreal. It was so normal to be hanging out with these people that a few times it felt as though life had been fast forwarded. All these friends of mine who when we used to hang out were studying or just at the start of relationships or just married and now we were surrounded by kids and babies and talking about house renovations and schools for the kids and what’s happening next in careers. It was wonderful, but strange.

For a moment I wondered whether I should feel sad: sad that I don’t have the same things, and sad that I’m not still there part of their lives, but I knew I wouldn’t and didn’t. Sure, I’d love to hang out with them all more often, but I truly had no regret today about choosing a new life for myself.

Drove back tonight and spent the trip thinking about how lucky I am to have so many homes and so many wonderful people to fill them all.

There’s no doubt about it. I am blessed.