Lotte Jacobi: Albert Einstein, 1938
Its interesting how people view me. Some say i am careless, others that i am extremely sensitive. My husband happens to know that i am phony and hard headed. Which means that when your telling me something i do not want to hear i smile and nod, then turn around and do exactly what i want to do. Its my mothers fault. She always taught me, “Yes them to death then do as you please”. Terrible. Terrible when people are trying to help me, or my boss is giving me work to do. Bad for business. Irritating to the man in my life. Im sure.
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Things like this make me smile ^_^
His voice might either go down in stacks or improve even better when puberty hits. We’ll see.
if there’s one thing
i’ve learned in my
short, sad existence,
it’s that there are
few things quite as
painful,
miserable,
infuriating,
worthless,
pointless,
and
nauseating
as
love.however,
there is this
small sentiment:
love is not a game for idiots.it’s a game
for the brave.
The hard thing about living with the one you love is when they see the unattractive side of you. Gossiping is unattractive. It is also a learned trait that is hard to break. A trait that is addictive like smoking, can’t stop like a car with no breaks, really hard to stop liking picking a scab. But my husband hates it, and finds it more unattractive than anything in the world. So because he hates it I wanna stop talking about people because I want him to love me. I am not perfect and I know he will not like everything about me but….Gossiping sucks anyway…. You think your arguing over bagels but it’s never that simple.
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