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The Mitchell Family:
Nicholas Mitchell (29)- Husband (Michael Trevino) Alyssa Seraphays (27)- (Bethany Mota) Alexander Mitchell (3)- Son (Logan Grove) Future self pictured Elizabeth Mitchell (1)- Twin Daughter (Stella Hudgens) Future self pictured Samantha Mitchell (1)- Twin Daughter (Stella Hudgens) Future self pictured
June 14th, 2019
“When I first met you, I had no idea how much you were going to mean to me. I thought you were just another boy, cute, but just one of many. Somehow you got past every wall that I put up. I started waking up next to you, your arms around me every single morning, even though I hated cuddling and people sleeping over. I started caring about what you thought about me. I went home with you for Christmas because I’d rather have been with you than by myself anywhere else in the world. I told you not to fall in love with me, but I must not have remembered to remind myself. You’re my other half. The proof is in the way our fingers intertwine just so, or the way your body curves just right when we’re cuddling late at night. The proof is in the way that you always know just what to say when I need to calm down or how you know the exact way to make me smile when I’m upset. We fit together like perfect puzzle pieces, complementing each other in all the right ways. I promise to never let you sleep alone, never go to sleep angry and to never give you reason to think that there is anyone in this world for me but you. When I exchange my last name for yours, I promise to make sure our liquor cabinet never runs out of tequila, that we’ll always watch the FIFA World Cup so we can see my team beat yours, that I’ll tolerate your short jokes as long as you don’t put my favorite cereal on the top shelf, that when you’re upset and need to be held I’ll hold you and whisper how much I love you in Spanish in your ear till you feel better again, that I’ll make you chicken noodle soup and let you sleep on me when you’re sick, that I’ll save that one red dress in my closet for your eyes only, and that I’ll never call you by your full name, except for this one time. I, Alyssa Marie Seraphays, do take you, Nicholas James Mitchell, to be my lawfully wedded husband, to have and to hold from this day forth, for better, for worse, for richer, for poorer, in sickness and in health, till death do us part. I do.”
Nicholas and Alyssa Mitchell
supnicks:
I don’t know how things happened till this very day, honestly.
Well, when a guy and a girl fall in love.....
supnicks:
Well, yeah. First step to make you change your mind about everything.
I have the feeling that you were trying to get me to fall for you, way before you realized you were trying to.
supnicks:
Oh come on, babe. Let me be proud of my accomplishments.
And getting me to cuddle with you is one of them?
supnicks:
That changed.
Yeah. Shut up.
supnicks:
Indeed. One time thing, no strings attached. The only difference between us was that I always liked to cuddle, really.
And I hated it.
supnicks:
Really? That’s… strange. Again, no offense. No, it wasn’t the first time but I never had pregnancy scares with another girl, except yourself. One girl did have to take next morning pill, but that was about it. I was kind of responsible back then, for your information.
Wow, what a coincidence. So was I. Although, to be fair, neither of us really fucked anyone else often enough for it to be a problem.
supnicks:
I don’t want to bring up your sleeping around old life, but… something tells me this ain’t a first time thing. No offense to the future mom of my kids, of course.
Nope, it isn’t. In fact, I think the first time was back in college when I almost got knocked up by you. Besides, I’m not the only one who slept around a lot. This can’t be your first time experiencing pregnancy tests either. No offense to the future father of my kids, of course.
supnicks:
Well, you should know! You are the girl here.
Since when did this become necessary info for girls to have memorized? Google it or something.
supnicks:
I don’t know. Isn’t that going to change the result?
I don’t know!
supnicks:
I don’t know if I’m ready to really, really know. We already got lucky one time.
So should we just let it sit there for a while more?
supnicks:
Yeah, I don’t think so.
Why not?
supnicks:
Okay. Good. Has 15 minutes passed yet?
Yeah, I think so. Mind going in and looking for me? I’m too nervous to do it myself.
supnicks:
I love you.
I love you too.
supnicks:
…You’d have to give up drinking for three years, minimum.
Yeah. I know. But it’s okay, right? We’re ready.
Like I said, a while. Whatever happens, we’re gonna be okay.