doing cute domestic things with someone is so lovely. Like going shopping for groceries or waking up together and making breakfast or just doing your own thing and existing in the same space and being comfortable and happy together is the nicest thing.
Someone should take this girl in his arms and hold her tight, I thought. Probably someone other than me. Someone qualified to give her something.
I want the cottage. I want the green grass and the tomato plants. I want the peace in you; the front porch rocking chair lullaby; our cricket legs rubbing together under the covers. We can’t have it all. I know that, but humor me. We can’t have it all, but we can have most of it.
“I love you” isn’t what you think it looks like. It’s not romantic dates and holding hands.
“I love you” is taking care of someone when they’re blackout drunk and throwing up
“I love you” is popping back pimples and still kissing through the runny noses winter brings
“I love you” is drooling during sex and laughing together
“I love you” is being held while violently sobbing because of an anxiety attack
“I love you” is discussing what your morning breath smells like with each other
“I love you” is “I don’t want to but I will for you and only you.”
It’s all the good and the bad and the gross and the beautiful and ugly things about life and embracing that in each other.
You don’t always win your battles, but it’s good to know you fought.
Lauren Bacall (via ahokage)
