i don't know what kind of girl i am.



oh, it is love.

i love that song. so effing good.

and i would say it is def love, when you spend all day being dragged around furniture stores, being asked to lift heavy things, and spend 5 hours putting together a bed and desk, which result in sore knees and swollen hands, and you aren’t sick of my stressing and whining. or maybe it’s patience. but mostly likely love.

yep. <3

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