every time I see this it gets reblogged
Inspired by every student whose told they can’t be an artist because it doesn’t “make enough money”.
It’s my favorite when I get to fall asleep with your warm hand resting on my lower back. It’s Friday now -
And I love you.
Come up behind me while I’m making dinner.
Wake me up in the middle of the night to tell me about your dream.
Tell me if I cook something gross so I never make it again.
Laugh with me when I mess up my words.
Know that my bobby pins are everywhere, all the time. I’m sorry.
Stay in your underwear with me all day on a Saturday once in a while.