Photographer. Adventuress. Bookworm. Daughter. Traveler. Writer. Sister. Lover. Athlete. Dreamer. Future photojournalist.

Marry me. Let’s spend our nights eating cereal on the floor when there is a perfectly fine table behind us.

Marry me. We can go to the movie theatre and sit in the very 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 on the walls.

Marry me. We can hold hands and go to parties that we end up ditching to drink wine out of the bottle in the bathtub together.

Marry me. Slow dance with me in our bedroom with an unmade bed and candles on the nightstand.

let me love you forever, marry me (via the-psycho-cutie)

“My mom taught me one thing:
You don’t always have to tell people you love them. You just have to give them no reason to doubt it.”

– irishjulienne’s, saying i love you is not a habit (via kvtes)

“It’s hard to remember the time before I loved you. It exists all in some kind of vague, dull haze — a primordial soup of half-feelings and tired complacency. I know that it was good at the time, that I felt the peaks and valleys of happiness just as acutely as I do now, but I can’t remember it. It’s as though life was in black-and-white then, that every edge was dulled and noise muffled, and I didn’t know that color was an option. It was perfectly acceptable to go through life in this cloudy facsimile of what life could actually be, unaware that so much could change with the addition of a certain kind of love. How could I have known that the grass could be this Technicolor green, that morning coffee could be so deep and rich and sweet, that clouds could stand out so perfectly puffy-white against a sky too blue to look at? I wish I didn’t know this world, that you hadn’t shown it to me, because I can’t ever go back to the muted one I lived in before.”

– Chelsea Fagan, I Wish I Didn’t Love You (via larmoyante)