(Source: katara, via ruinedchildhood)

i went to an art fair with my lovely sister today and bought pretty things and i’m going to be the maid of honor in my best friend’s wedding. i’m currently buzzed from angry orchard and honey jack daniels and i can hear my man’s funny, distinct laugh from outside while he’s smoking weed with his sister’s fiance and i am just so happy.

i am so, so happy.

"He will brush against your thigh and pretend that he didn’t, and he’ll look you in the eyes and tell you he likes them. He will take the band out of your ponytail because he likes your hair long, he will let you listen to his favourite song and it will get stuck in your head. He will kiss your lips until they are numb and he will hold your hands until they go numb too. Don’t watch the sunset with him, because you won’t be able to watch it again without missing the smell of his cologne. Don’t make him call you by your nickname, because afterwards you won’t be able to hear it. Your heart will be heavy and so will your head but just remember you were beautiful before he said so."
- some advice i gave to a friend (via desc-end)

(via smittenkittensmittens)

lilith-not-eve:

Marrying young is not the end of my freedom. It means I want to travel and see the world, but with her by my side. It means I still like drinking in bars and dancing in clubs, but stumbling home with her at 2am and eating pizza in our underwear. It means I know that I want to kiss those lips every morning, and every night before bed. If you see marriage as the end of your ‘freedom’, you’re doing it wrong.

(via 05550-045)