THE 'J' IS SILENT.

then, now, and forever.

For class and sophistication, wear lace lingerie, coal black eyeliner and a posture to kill. Never slouch, and never go out looking worse than you would if your worst enemy was paying a visit

Just “loving” someone will never be enough for me. I need to feel you. Climb mountains with you. Touch you. Stay up too late with you. Get drunk with you. Get mad at you. Go on picnics. Kiss. Kiss some more. Kiss again. Dance. Eat too much. Cry. I need to binge on you. And that’s why you make me truly happy. That’s what loving you feels like to me.

—Sleep deprived, overly romantic thoughts. (via weedlouderthanmymom)

Tomorrow I go home to quite possibly the greatest man in the world .  

How happy am I, you ask?? 

FUCKING-OFF THE CHAIN, RUN AROUND THE BLOCK SCREAMING, JUMP FROM ROOF TO ROOF, KISS A HOBO, SING IN THE SHOWER, FORGET ABOUT EVERYTHING ELSE THAT EXISTS IN THE WORLD- HAPPY. 

Really. very. completely. totally. entirely. HAPPY.