can’t decide whether I should get a glass
or just drink my wine straight from the bottle.
since the bottle is made out of glass anyways…..
that kind of saturday night.
let’s spend our week nights eating cereal on the floor
when there is a perfectly fine table behind us.
we can go to the movies and sit in the back row
just to make out like kids falling in love for the first time.
we’ll paint the rooms of our house
and get more paint on us than the walls.
we can hold hands and go to parties we end up
ditching to drink wine out of the bottle in the bathtub.
and slow dance with me in our bedroom
with an unmade bed and candles on the nightstand.
let me love you forever.
— Unknown (via bl-ossomed)
sometimes I get really sad thinking about how we won’t be moving into a new house that we bought together, filled with gifts from a wedding registry at Home Outfitters or Bed Bath and Beyond or The Bay after our wedding.
but then I think to myself what an adventure it will be, and who is lucky enough to come back from their honeymoon to pack up their tiny compact car and take off on a journey to the other side of the country with their brand new wife and adorable fat cat.
as long as she’s there with me, I’ll always be home.