When I think about beauty I think about you.
When I think of perfection is the things that you do.
Though sunsets amaze and sunrises shine,
I will only be happy knowing you’re fine.
Through dark lonely nights and bright shiny days
All will be well with only one gaze.
For when our eyes lock all else is forgotten
The good, the bad, and even the rotten.
You carry my hardships as I carry yours
Through the thick and the thin its you I adore.
So read this with joy and know that you’re mine.
I look at no others because love struck me blind.

A poem written by my other half February 14th, 2014

Edward Scissorhands, 1990

(Source: 80slove)

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gambleorcs:

I was trying to explain to my grandma what being bisexual meant and saying that I looked at ladies butts and she was all
"You’re not GAY everyone checks out ladies rear ends" and my sister was like "I have never wanted to look at a ladies butt"
Later my grandma called me and was like “I THINK I MIGHT BE A LITTLE GAY”

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