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i can’t wait for the day i can decorate a christmas tree with the love of my life, and even though we’ll probably spend more time throwing ornaments and wrapping lights around eachother than putting them on the tree, it’ll be okay because i’ll have her and that’s all i could ever ask for.
ideal date: watching nature documentaries high as fuck in our pajamas with unlimited snacks
no one:
not a single soul:
the wlw community: if a girl looked at me i would spontaneously combust
I want to make you coffee in the morning. I want to know which mug you prefer and which spoon is your favorite to stir with. I want to know how much half and half or heavy cream you desire for the perfect cup. I want to know how many spoonfuls of sugar make you happy and whether you like brown sugar or white. I want to know whether you like it pipping hot or luke warm or if you rather me make it iced. I want to make you coffee in the morning.
hello santa? i would like to file a complaint, because where the fuCK is the girlfriend i asked for under my christmas tree???
concept: it’s saturday morning and you’ve just opened your eyes. sunlight streams through the blinds of your bedroom window and you glance over to your wife who’s still asleep next to you. you gently brush the hair out of her face and rest your hand on her chest that’s rising softly with every steady breath she takes. she’s safe and so are you. mornings like this are the one’s you’ve dreamt of your whole life.
wlw concept: it’s new year’s eve and we’re at a party. i’ve spent the whole night with your arm around my waist. it’s almost midnight and the countdown has begun. i lean my head into your chest as the numbers get closer to zero. i breathe in the smell of your cologne and drown out the sound of the chaos in the room. the clock strikes midnight and you gently lift my chin up with you hand. we kiss as confetti and silly string rain down around us. we’re in a room full of people and yet it feels like it’s just me and you. i smile as you brush some of the confetti out of my hair and i kiss you again and again and again.
dreaming of the day i can wake up next to my wife, slip out of bed quietly and make her waffles in the morning before she wakes up
