
(via happythings)

(via happythings)
we’ll have dinner first then after we’ve tipped back a few drinks we’re going to take it slow then i’m going to throw you on a bed and rip your panties off and in the morning we will have soft-boiled eggs and coffee in our backyard.
That Giving Tree tattoo. And the flash of more ink inside his bicep, which is, my god my knees are weakening even as I am sitting down, my absolutely favorite place to see tattoos on man.
Bacon would make this fantasy perfect.
i am giggling and giggling and giggling and giggling.
I miss the days when romance was analog.
Courtship used to involve risk and effort: phone calls on landlines where guys had to run the risk of your father picking up the phone, and having to be grilled by him for a few minutes after having delivered some sort of polite salutation, often akin to…