Enigma

sad-plath:

“marry me. let’s spend our week nights eating cereal on the floor when there is a perfectly fine table behind us. we can go to the movies and sit in the back row just to make out like kids falling in love for the first time. marry me. we’ll paint the rooms of our house and get more paint on us than the walls. we can hold hands and go to parties we end up ditching to drink wine out of the bottle in the bathtub. marry me. and slow dance with me in our bedroom with an unmade bed and candles on the nightstand. let me love you forever. marry me.”

— slow mornings drinking coffee naked in bed and your hands on my face when you kiss me goodnight. marry me//d.a.h (via fearlessknightsandfairytales)

olearypoetry:

“She was the kind of girl who’d arrive fashionably late for her own funeral.”

— O. Leary