Sunday, February 6, 2011
days off.
I live in my sweats when I'm not working. But I'd buy something sexy if you wanted me too.
kids.
When we have kids and one of them is a boy and they decide that they want to play with a barbie instead of a G.I. Joe, we're getting him the fucking barbie.
thighs.
Yes, my thighs touch when I walk. I will never have a body like Megan Fox. She has weird thumbs anyways.
drunk.
I won't ever get mad at you for stumbling home drunk after a night out with the guys as long as you never get mad at me. I mean hey, we can have hot drunken sex at the wee hours of the morning. Sound good? Okay then.
Friday, February 4, 2011
job.
I don't care what you do as long as it's something that you love. You don't have to be a millionaire. Fuck, you don't even have to be middle class. We'll live in a mobile home and save what little we have for that trip to Florida we've been wanting to take for years now.
Like I said, it doesn't matter. We'll be rich off of love. We won't need any more than that.
Like I said, it doesn't matter. We'll be rich off of love. We won't need any more than that.
mornings.
I will never be a morning person. I'll mumble answers to the questions you'll know never to ask me. But there will always, ALWAYS be time for morning sex.
Thursday, February 3, 2011
things. unrequited love.
You're nothing but a dream right now. Full of complications and simple words.
Tomorrow is Friday which means a night filled with music, good beer, and great people. I'm hoping that if you're sitting at the bar next to me you'll strike up a simple conversation and my eyes will light up at the prospect of someone so fantastic that I won't ever want to go home.
But I have walls and chains and locks built up around this heart of mine. You're going to have to be extrodinary if you're ever going to break through them.
And in my hazy state I'm going to believe every word you say.
Tomorrow is Friday which means a night filled with music, good beer, and great people. I'm hoping that if you're sitting at the bar next to me you'll strike up a simple conversation and my eyes will light up at the prospect of someone so fantastic that I won't ever want to go home.
But I have walls and chains and locks built up around this heart of mine. You're going to have to be extrodinary if you're ever going to break through them.
And in my hazy state I'm going to believe every word you say.
we'll make it work.
I won't mind if you're a cat lover. I'll love your furry feline just as much as you'll love my canine. We'll take in everything we might not want but make it fit anyways.
I'm sorry my letter have been short. I just don't want to say anything to you that might not sound as captivating as it should. I'm going to fall for you no matter what and I want you to take me with everything that I am.
Broken words, veins, hopeless thoughts, and all.
I'm sorry my letter have been short. I just don't want to say anything to you that might not sound as captivating as it should. I'm going to fall for you no matter what and I want you to take me with everything that I am.
Broken words, veins, hopeless thoughts, and all.
Wednesday, February 2, 2011
nights.
It's late and I have an empty spot next to me in my bed. I have things I need to get done in the morning but I'd rather you be here when I wake up while we waste the day away doing absolutely nothing.
It's okay if you move around a lot and make noise while you stir in the early morning. It'll remind me that you're still there, here, wanting to be close to me even though you felt like you've been hit by a bus and your late night shift at work doesn't look at all appealing.
The weekends are when I will love you the best.
It's okay if you move around a lot and make noise while you stir in the early morning. It'll remind me that you're still there, here, wanting to be close to me even though you felt like you've been hit by a bus and your late night shift at work doesn't look at all appealing.
The weekends are when I will love you the best.
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