I Love Paris
one saturday, i won’t have anywhere to go.
at 9:07, i’ll find you next to me
kiss your forehead
and go back to sleep
one saturday, i’ll make a slow breakfast.
while you’re in the shower,
i’m making the coffee
and you’re slipping your arms around me
one saturday, we’ll be together.
wandering farmers markets
snapping pictures of each other,
one saturday, i’ll go to sleep.
knowing that life can’t get better
that i’m not dreaming
that i’m finally home.
My number one Cool Fact that I drop in conversation with my fellow history majors is the fact that jstor follow me on tumblr and then judge people based on how cool they think that fact is
wow, I know I have feelings for this guy because I can’t think about him without my skin getting itchy and a desire to puke kicking in