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I go to the bathroom to poop, and I haven’t even been in there a minute, when my boyfriend knocks on the bathroom door.
“WHAAT” I open the door while still sitting on the toilet, shitting, and I see him standing there, looking sad.
“.. I don’t know.. I miss you..”
“I miss you too.. But I’m pooping. Go away.”
Out of the 15 cats we have, this one is my favorite, because she loves cuddling with faces.
I can’t believe how lucky I am to have such a wonderful boyfriend in my life.
I have never felt so in tune with someone before.
We see a lion making a funny face, and at the same time, we both make a noise we think it would be making, and it happens to be the same.
Weird shit like that is fucking special to me.
He held me in his arms for an hour once while I cried the hardest I’ve ever cried around him.
Whenever I ask him to do me a favor, he always knows exactly what it is.
We fucking rule at Cranium and Pictionary.
A random guy at the bar once said to us “Some people are like puzzle pieces, and they just fit together really well. Whenever I think of puzzle pieces, I think of you two.”
We always have those moments where we turn our heads and look at each other at the same time with the same look on our faces whenever we see something funny or scary or sad.
Everyone knows us as the weird couple. We talk about how much we love burgers and pooping and how the oddest things are romantic, like when he asks if he can jerk off on me, or when he’s peeing on the side of the road while I’m shielding him with an umbrella and he purposely pees on my leg.
He always tries to make me laugh, and its hard not to when we’re with each other.
And we spend every minute of every day together, and have for five months, and we never get tired of each other.
We’ve created our own language that people always comment on because they have no idea what we’re talking about.
He’s my everything, and I couldn’t be more grateful. I feel sorry for everyone else because I’m the luckiest girl in the world.