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if someone bought me these, we’d be best friends.
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This is my boyfriend. We’ve been dating for 475 days. That’s almost a year and four months (Feb 11th). His name is William, but everyone calls him Billy..he looks more like a Billy than a William anyway. Yesterday was his birthday, he’s 19, and will not fail to remind me once a day that for two more months, he’s “technically” 2 years older than me. I know the picture’s funny- we were both slightly inebriated due to celebrating it.
There’s one thing that bothers me- He never believes me when I tell him how amazing he is, and I wish he did. I mean, the kid’s been through more than most people have. His dad has been in and out of jail since he was very, very little. His brother gets in a lot of trouble with the cops. His sister drinks way more than any person ever should, and his mom’s boyfriend is a complete asshole. He’s had a loaded pistol to his face, he’s had the shit kicked out of him. He’s watched the cops drag his family out the door, and his best friend died in a car crash less than a year ago. His uncle, who practically raised him, died a few months ago too. He lives in a unheated basement at his brother’s, even though it get’s like, -30 out some nights. he’ll go days without eating when they get a small check.
I feel like bad things make better people. I mean, I know Billy has flaws, we all do. Sometimes he can be pretty mean. He says some bad jokes and will gladly tell you if he thinks you’re a shithead or a bitch. He smokes weed and drinks some times, but if you knew all the people that do that, too, you’d be pretty shocked.
What makes me love him so much, is the fact that all that shit happens, yet he’s still happy. He’s still funny and smiling and joking all the time. And he hasn’t given up, not even close. He’s always fought back, whether it be literally or by just being a better person than people were to him. He works his ass off and is going to culinary school this fall. He’s unbelievably smart, even if he doesn’t always show it. He knows more about everything than I ever could. He can make the coolest contraptions and concoctions. He made his own barbecue and wing sauce this morning just because he was bored and there wasn’t any left at the house. He loves me, even though I get crazy sometimes. He likes my best friends and doesn’t like the people that hurt me. He actually cares when something is bothering me and always notices before anyone else does. He doesn’t let the fact that people always try to beat him down, stop him. A lot of people judge him for some of the things he’s said or the things he does, but they just don’t even know.
I love him, more than anything. He’s my best friend, my boyfriend, soon my roommate, and someday my husband. I can’t wait to show him that all the hard work he’s put into having a better life will pay off, and that I won’t ever leave him like others have.

boo yaaa! first thing ive seen involving maine on tumblr yet.
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