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.
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.
and slow dance with me in our bedroom
with an unmade bed and candles on the nightstand.
let me love you forever.
Ill never marry by law. For I am a proud tertiary deviant. My soul, however, is his eternally. Can’t fight fate.
Cecil Baldwin, Welcome to Night Vale Ep. 12, “The Candidate”
…This is one of the most comforting things I’ve ever heard.