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.
marry me.”—(via crystalreed)
Have you ever just craved someone? Not in a sexual way. But craved someone whether it was just to hear the sound of their voice , their skin against yours, their lips pressed against yours, or their body, warm against yours.
My grandpa has had a beard for 35 years, so I told him about No Shave November and he laughed for a solid two minutes then stopped dry and said, “There’s something wrong about a seasonal beard, never trust a man who only has a beard for one month out of the year.”