Sunday’s are for lovers. Or at least that’s what I’d thought previously. Now it’s for early mornings Making breakfast before anyone else is awake Listening to your breathing Stumbling into the kitchen for that sacred first cup of coffee Sleepy smiles Cuddly dogs Sundays are not for lovers anymore They’re to find happiness in the smaller more valuable moments Sunday’s were for you But now they’re for me
-excerpt from a life I’m trying to live (via slightlydrunkalwaysawkward)














