i want you in my shotgun seat and i want you in my bed and i want you in our kitchen helping me make cookies after a long day of work laughing at me when you put flour on my nose. god knows i love your laugh. and when you’re sad, i want to take care of you and i’ll do anything to make sure i won’t be the reason. i want to run you a hot bath when you’re overwhelmed with the rest of the world and i want to be the person you fall into when you need to decompress. i want to be your best friend and the person you never stop telling things to. i want to surprise you with flowers and lunch at work when you call me about how much of a pain in the ass your clients are being. i want to come home to you after my day has been the same. some days i want you to rip my uniform off of me as soon as i get into the door and some days i️ just want to lay with you where i’m most comfortable. i want our little family to have stupid matching onesies for the holidays. i want our pups laying at the end of the bed. i want screaming to songs in the car with you or turning the music down when you fall asleep as i’m taking you home because you got a little too drunk. i want to be endlessly soft for you, but i want us to always take each other’s feelings into consideration. i want cheesy date nights and road trips to new places or to see each other’s parents. i want mutual efforts and communication and love with you. most importantly, i want you and all that comes with you. i hope that you never stop seeing the stars in my eyes that light up when you’re right in front of me or even when i speak to my friends about you. you ride for me, i ride for you. i’ll never get tired of treating our love as if it’s brand new and treating you like i’m trying to win you
when sprite bottles enter the factory, they are still able to feel pain. these are baby bottles as you can see from their size. they are taken from their mother and slaughtered for our consumption. humans are disgusting
