Just Another Late Night


Day after day, night after night.
The incessant clicking of my indecisiveness.
“No, that doesn’t sound right.”
“Ah, there it is. Poetically correct.”
I correct myself so every thought is portrayed to reflect your beauty.
Or rather to reflect the intense warmth I feel inside, when I contemplate us, and our future.
I see the beauty of the soul.
And I see just how wonderfully we fit together. It’s beyond my words..

You know what I was thinking about? I was thinking about how you just cooked and I just washed the dishes then how that’s gonna be us for the rest of our lives. You’ll cook. I’ll do the dishes.
- Trouble

All I want to do is cook. These new fall dish recipes are amazing!

You are the light of my life.
- Trouble


if you don’t terrify people a little bit then what’s the point.

(via jianeangelika)