shorturl:

Write love letters to each other and place into a box along with a bottle of wine.nail it shut at the wedding. When you have your first fight, open it up, pour the wine, go to separate corners, read the love letter & remember what it’s all about….

(Source: weddingdaydreams, via mcabbyfan)

almost-never:

Shane and I when I come to LA.

“Shopping with Dr. Seuss again?”

“Well at least I didn’t skin a collie to make my backpack.”

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j-levi:

gurl imma have to call you back

YUP… thats me.

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I’m literally living the movie Weekend. I have tons of thoughts and emotions spinning threw my body tonight as I’m lay here wondering what tomorrow evening will bring.

Two nights ago I was out with my friends having a wonderful drunk night and I look up and saw a handsome guy. Probably due to the alcohol in my system :) I went right up to him and started talking to him telling him how I found something about him so appealing. Come to find out the two of us really clicked and he came home with me. During our talk out in the city and our drive home to my place I learned that he’s only visiting and will be leaving in 5 days. At this moment the thought of his departure wasn’t to saddening because our bond hadn’t solidified. 

I’m not gonna lie or pretend to be a prude so yes we did get physical that night to a degree but nothing totally hard core. The next morning we woke up and smiled at the situation we found ourselves in. We laid in bed together enjoy each others company and talking. We moved to the kitchen where I fixed him breakfast. We later spent the whole day lounging by my pool and swimming together. All day we kissed and hugged and shared silent moments of just starring at each other smiling. Later that day we again got physical and it felt so powerful. It felt like the manifestation of bond we had been building all day long. The romance that took root over conversations and pet kisses exploded to life in that act. We were bonded!

Seeing as he is a tourist we decided to go back out to the bars in the area where we met so he could see more of the cities night life. This time we were not two strangers but we were a couple. Our hand holding, kissing and longing looks did not go unnoticed. We were constantly asked if we were boyfriends. To which we started the evening answering “no” to but found it easier and more comfortable to just say “yes” although we both know that at this point we’d only known each other for 24 hours. 

Again he spent the night and this morning I said goodbye to him so he could go sightseeing and I could go to work. I have plans to see him tomorrow night, his final night here before leaving and it couldn’t come fast enough. 

But as I think about what our last night together is going to be like, I’m start to wonder if it might be a bit to painful. To find someone who seems so right for me and spend time with him just to have to say goodbye seems like some type of torture. But what am I to do. I will gladly suffer the pain at the chance of spending one more night holding him and staring silently into his eyes, feeling his hand in mine. 

mvdpac:

Miss Miranda living in Adv Jazz

myew:

charlie’s angels

I’m DYING!!!!!

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