*suddenly remembers all of life’s responsibilities on sunday night*
Marrying young is not the end of my freedom. It means I want to travel and see the world, but with her by my side. It means I still like drinking in bars and dancing in clubs, but stumbling home with her at 2am and eating pizza in our underwear. It means I know that I want to kiss those lips every morning, and every night before bed. If you see marriage as the end of your ‘freedom’, you’re doing it wrong.
applause for you omg
fall colors - black
winter colors - black
spring colors - black
summer colors - black
*forgets what im talking about halfway through a sentence*