melaena:

9:41 21st August

Tomorrow then. Our weapons- vigilance and
sharp eyes. Despite the stories and laughter shared around the fire, I saw the
concern and uncertainly carried in Valerie’s glances. These moments are rare,
but the vulnerability I saw contradicts what I have come to admire.

I anticipated a private conversation and
gladly took first watch. As expected, Valerie emerged from her tent once quiet rest
fell upon the camp. She sat so close to me, I could hear the struggle to breathe
evenly; a sign of her concerns, they soon became mine even without knowing what
troubled her mind.

When she finally spoke, the flood of
words continued without stopping; by the time Valerie had unburdened her
thoughts, several hours had passed.

Valerie’s confidence in her companions,
advisers and her physical strength were not questioned, but rather she
focused on what failure might mean for her, for us and for the future. It
seemed as though the very thought of failing had consumed her.

Offering my thoughts seemed futile, but I
did so without hesitation. I can only hope Valerie heard me.

hopeful-weirdo:

skeletonize:

skeletonize:

i was looking at old photos and i wanted to show you how our story went, a little

bronwyn and i met at age 12 but i dont have any photos from then, really, but this is from grade 9 science class when we were being goofs and i was 13

this is from our first ever sleepover, we couldn’t stop laughing and we were sleeping on a mattress on the floor and we went to boston pizza and got plastic rings that we both still have (bronwyn kept hers on a necklace after that)

i went to bronwyn’s cottage for the first time in the summer after grade 9

we had our first kiss in grade 10 when i was 14 and were in a weird kind of dating limbo period

then i moved to the states and turned 15 and told bronwyn i was in love with her and we visited every chance we could and she sent me flowers and packages

then i went to junior prom with her and bronwyn cut her hair

then we had the most beautiful summer where i spent 5 weeks at her cottage and i cut my hair

then i went back to miami for 12th grade and turned 16 and bronwyn was 17 and we went to senior prom together

then i moved back to canada for university when i was turning 17 and we finally lived in the same place again and we loved each other so much and got breakfast together every day

then after a beautiful summer we started living together when i was 18 and bronwyn was 19  and we went to bahrain together and bronwyn dyed her hair brown and now i get to see her every morning and every night and we adventure in our city and have a coffee shop and love each other more than i could have thought. there were periods of scary intense darkness but we love each other so much and i’ve never been happier. i’ve known bronwyn since i was 12 and now i’m almost 19 and i love her more and more.

i’m never on here anymore, but i wanted to share that almost a month ago bronwyn and i got engaged!! under a beautiful tree on a perfect day and for the rest of my life i get to pursue her and care for her and make her laugh. i’ve said this so many times but now more than ever: if this is all i get, it’s so much more than i could have hoped for.

This makes me so happy

nerd-of-doom:

Someone: I need some volunteers to help lift this heavy object

Me, a lazy and weak individual: please don’t ask me please don’t ask me

Someone: I need some big strong men to lift this! You don’t have to help.

Me, filled with irrational feminist rage: wtf i’ll lift that couch up one handed and bench press it

theladyofpie:

Literally anyone: *puts butter, garlic, and onions in a pan*

Me, busting through their wall like the kool-aid man: smells good, whatcha cooking?