So I was laying down in bed with an excruciating headache when my boyfriend offered to make me a sandwich and I was like yeah sure please and then for some reason he got distracted and started to talk about something else and my head was pounding so I said “Cool story, babe. Now go make me a sandwich.” and he just literally looked at me with his mouth open before he finally said “You win this time” and went out to the kitchen

At long last after years of hearing this annoying joke coming from men’s mouths and overpriced shirts I get to say it to a guy.

Here’s a photo of the lil bitch where he belongs.

He is going to kill me when he sees this already has like 40 freaking notes

let’s make this go viral

*whispers* what have I done….

I showed him the notes and he said “oh god i’m gonna be a meme.”

Your boyfriend reminds me of my husband. We’ve been together for 9 1/2 years, married for 7.

You keep him. You keep him and you never let him go.

Apparently my boyfriend is the love child of Anton Chekhov and Harry Styles

The people have spoken

My hand slipped.


The Nice-Guy-McSandwhich-Meme, use it, please:

Here’s your meme

Oh my god I love you guys so much

(via xfuckmelikeyouhateme)

I want to be more than sex,
meaningless sex.

This is me envious
as I write her name on a mug
and smash it against the wall.

This is me selfish
with my hands around your wrists.

This is me lonely
ever-flowing, irrational, leech.

This is me angry.
This is me drama queen.
This is me greedy, always needy.
Open bones, endless questions,
chocolate-dipped anxiety.

This is me desperate,
this is me starving.
Poisonous disease -
This is me wanting
more, more, and always more.

Now -

Will you touch me?
Do you still want to?

- Sade Andria Zabala (surfandwrite) | Should We Take It To The Next Level?

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I do not get left behind. I leave. I decide. I will not settle for anything less than what I deserve.

Excerpt from Fire-Breathing Engine by Sade Andria Zabala (surfandwrite)

One of my friends, julieartsy, made illustration art for my poems! 

You can buy my poetry book here:

Surf and Write

Anonymous said: You are an inspirational writer. Three words: vulnerability, chaos, lust

Thank you!


It is the brief five seconds when he lets go of your hand; the empty air on the nape of your neck when his lips are no longer caressing you. It is the feel of your stomach dropping to your knees when he walks away. It is the quick intake of your breath. It is confusing lonely for alone. Vulnerability.

It is the prickle on your tongue when you lick your lips and taste his sweat. It is pulling him closer and wishing you could melt into his chest when he is already beside you. It is inhaling his scent, his habits, his morning routines. It is itching for his skin when you are not touching. It is craving for his eyes when you are not looking. Lust.

It is the hurricane in your head when you have to unlearn him. It is the screaming of your own voice when you have to learn yourself. It is when you learn to be whole without needing him to be inside you. It is seeing the sunset and finally being able to breathe. It is your laughter bouncing off the walls; it is bass-drops boiling in your blood; it is loving him despite the odds; it is loving yourself in-spite of yourself. It is fireworks when you are together. It is fireworks when you are not. When you are fire and he is gasoline and there is no stopping the aftermath - Chaos.

Take me to your bedroom
take me to your fears
take me to your sleepless nights
take me to your tears

Take me to your mom’s kitchen
take me to your childhood lane
take me to your sisters’ toys
take me to your favorite train

Take me to your fantasies
take me to your nightmares
take me to your passions
take me to your prayers

Take me to your laughter
take me to your sighs
take me to your dad’s mistakes
take me to your fights

Take me to your hiding place
take me to your songs
take me to your best friend’s couch
take me to your wrongs

Take me to your stupid jokes
take me to your mind
take me to your failures
take me to your pride

Take me to your memories
however old or new;
Take me to your wedding day
to when I’ll say, "I do."

- Sade Andria Zabala (surfandwrite) | Take Me Home

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Claus surprised me with a gift today! A book!

It has personal handwritten poems which he made in secret the last 2 weeks.

Smooth mothafuckas

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Surf and Write

Anonymous said: Hi. Have you seen Begin Again? What are your thoughts? hihihi and what are you favorite TV series? hihihi sorry for these questions. I am just a fan of yours who wanted to know your interest in movies and series :)

It was good. I really liked the songs and the chemistry of Mark Ruffalo and Keira Knightley. 

My fave movies are:

  • 12 Angry Men, Amelie, Saw 1-7, Bruce Lee: Enter the Dragon, Seven Psychopaths, Mean Girls, White Chicks, Silence of the Lambs, Dr. Patch Adams, Singing in the Rain, Interview with the Vampire

TV series:

  • The Killing, FRIENDS, The Nanny, Modern Family, Whose Line Is It Anyway?, CSI, Veronica Mars, Game of Thrones, BBC’s Sherlock

Me: Babe, I think Christina left some of the watermelon for you
Claus: Yeah, I don’t want it
Me: Okay. Maybe I can just use it next time I make you pasta
Claus: Watermelon for pasta??? No, that sounds disgusting
Me: But baby, anything is pastable
Claus: …
Me: …
Claus: Did you seriously just say that
Me: Yes

january05-95 replied to your post: I was having the period blues and was …

This reminds me so much of my life 2 years ago, when I left the country to go on a years exchange to Denmark and left my boyfriend here. He will be feeling exactly the same as you, don’t worry. It’s all going to work out, I promise you.

You give me hope.

We’re going to be LDR for two years… but you make me hopeful.

Surf and Write

Anonymous said: You are an extraordinary woman. Please, please, please post more emotional poetry. You would do us all a favor.


Note to self: Stop finding new things to hate. Be grateful. Be satisfied.

I was having the period blues and was very sad that Claus would be leaving for Denmark in two weeks and was frustrated at my writer’s block, so he agreed to write a poem with me to make me feel better.

He wrote the verses which are in white, I wrote the ones in blue.

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