#prizeforme from #BOOger 😘 @darkmarc (Taken with Instagram)

#beer, #pizza, and #bubbies. And I won a #prize! 🏆 #cosmic #bowling #datenight #date #BOOger #love #BlueMoon #teamDARKNESS #fuckthepacquiaoresults #pacmanknows #pacquiaobradley #manny #pacquiao (Taken with Instagram at Oak Tree Lanes)

@darkmarc’s babysitting services. @fungirljane @brand_o_ #clubmimis #momentswithxander #BOOger (Taken with Instagram at The Wood)

He stepped up my #armswag. Thanks, #BOOger! #michaelkors #MK #watch #fashion (Taken with instagram)

EVERY night.

le him. hahah.

💜 @darkmarc

Day 3: something I adore. My #booger of a #nephew, Andrew. #janphotoaday #challenge #love #family (Taken with instagram)

honesthooligan:

:) (Taken with Instagram at Medieval Times)

this guy. :)

Story of my life… @darkmarc x Modern Warfare

I don’t believe in people changing their minds (or their hearts) so quickly about something or someone they’ve been passionate about.  I don’t believe people can just wake up one day and say they don’t love the person they’ve been with for years.  I don’t believe any of my answers have changed, so I definitely don’t believe in having to reassure you of what I want.  I want you.

However, I do believe people can reach their max and ultimately give up.  Maybe that’s what you’re doing.  Maybe that’s what you think I’m doing.  I try so hard to not be offended when you’re yelling at me.  I try so hard to not be confused.  I try to sort my thoughts out to say it right and say it once.  Instead, I shut down.  I shut down from the yelling, the anger, and the confusion it causes me.  Fight?  Give you space?  Is it my turn to be bold?  Do I stand up for myself?  Or do you just want me to stand up for our relationship?  You can kick me out 5, 10, 20 more times.. and my answer won’t change.  My mind won’t change.  I won’t suddenly not love you.

I’ve done it so many times.  The fighting, the yelling, the not knowing what to do, the do I call or give you space?, the moping around, the drunk tweets of how I miss you, the lonely nights I stay awake, the crying until my eyes sting, the nauseousness, the angry, the apologies.. I have.  I have written letters, sent emails, made cd’s, sent texts, blogged, tweeted, anything to get my point across.  I told myself I wouldn’t do it anymore.. I wouldn’t be ripped apart just to grovel, and then yelled at for not groveling well enough.

Maybe not with you, and yeah, you don’t deserve to live under such a shadow, but fuck it, I CANNOT HELP IT IF I HAVE BEEN HURT AND IF I AM GUARDED.  Habits are hard to break and pride is hard to swallow.  I want to make it work.  I want to let you in.  I want to let go of every fear, doubt, stigma, uncertainty, negative anything.  I want you.  Gradual’s my name, and fuck, you may be out of patience.. and understanding.. I may have ran out of turns… so maybe it’s too late?  Or maybe this is me just reaching out to you.  My answer will not change.

Gotta be in between putting in OT at work to have a nice check for my boyfriend’s birthday, anddddd finally satisfying my halo halo craving.

Or maybe that Cranberry Walnut Chicken Salad Sandwich from California Pizza Chicken. Sweetest delight at work. HAHAHA. I’m such a fat ass.