I miss having the internet. I miss tumblr.
Despite the previously mentioned tragedy, I love waking up to my future wife. I love when she kisses my neck and my cheeks and says, “Good morning baby; It’s time to wake up.” Then she brings me coffee in bed. I’m the luckiest person ever.
Naked cuddles and cinnamon rolls before class is the best way to start the day.
I don’t think you could have chosen a more perfect place in this wonderful city to ask. Of course I want to spend today, and the rest of my days with you, love.
I’m having such a great time here. I couldn’t ask for better company. I think I’ll just sell me ticket home and move here.
My thirteen year old, little sister is posting about weed on her Instagram. Does this mean I’m getting old?
I hate being an ass but what can I say? I’m so fucking sick of having people who fucked me over pop up in my life-especially given the last actual conversations that I had with either of them.
In our home is such a glorious way to start the day. She makes me so incredibly happy.
I love you. My heart belongs to you.
I’m so happy. I love our little house and our little kitchen. I love falling asleep in our home. I love being able to touch you with the bedroom door wide open. I love going grocery shopping with you. I love putting away our dishes. I love you. I am so lucky to have you in my life.
I love you, Amberlyn Dean. I love the way you hold me while I’m crying and you make love to me after I start to feel better. I love the way you touch me and run your fingers through my hair. I am so lucky to have found someone who treats me better than I deserve. I’ll do anything for you, baby. You’re wonderful.
