I want to take you out for drinks and I want you to put on whichever dress you want just please put on that shade of lipstick that I love and those heels that make you appear otherworldly We’ll enter the bar which plays soft jazz and the men will stare and wonder how I made you mine but little do they know you aren’t mine you aren’t something to be had and I’ll smile because I’ll know that for one night I’ll have the Universe in my hands
Nicholas A Browne | Prose 20 (via wnq-writers)











