Matthew: Without you, I’m as lonely as an abandoned dog on the side of a highway. I have gift anxiety, even through I don’t know when your birthday is. We can spend perfect days shopping and cooking together. I swear, I’ll never make wisecracks when you scrape your tires against the curb while parallel parking. If you consent to live with me, I’ll clean the toilet every week. I’ll do it with my tongue if you ask. I will strike the words “hooters” and “love rockets” from my vocabulary. I’ll love you. Even if your name is Mimi and you want me to pronounce it “May May”. I will only pass gas underneath the covers and only under the direst of circumstances. Hell, I’ll go on a low cholesterol diet. And I won’t buy one of those red sports cars when I hit my mid-life crisis. Your parents can come visit us every week, even if your mom is a big witch with a capital B. And your folks don’t have to go to a retirement home because they can come live with us. I declare, I’ll separate the whites from the colors, I’ll learn the mysteries of hot and cold water washes. I’ll never huff and puff while waiting for you to put on your makeup. If you’re a cat person, I’ll never point out the fact that a dog can save your life from drowning, but a cat can’t. I will happily go see chick flicks with you, like “Pride and Prejudice”. I’ll make a point to trying new food like okra gumbo. I won’t curl my nose at vegetables whose awful taste is disguised by having cheese on it. I pledge to always say “yes” when you ask, “Is my hair looking okay tonight?” I’m gonna bring a whole new meaning to the word “cuddle”. I’ll be thoughtful enough to read your horoscope every day. I’m gonna save every birthday card you send me! And I’ll actually write you real letters when we’re apart. I’m never gonna expect you to know where I left my car keys, and I’ll never leave my socks on the floor. With me, you’ll find the cap is always on the toothpaste. I’ll start wearing those male bikini style underwear if you like. My belly button will always be lint free. I want to full-on kiss your clitoris. It will be the most passionate, intimate experience you’ve ever had. I declare now, I will give my life for you. And if you fail to come to me, I know some part of me will surely die. — Matthew in “100 Girls” (via womanwithaplan)
As your girlfriend, I will make it my duty to turn you on at the most inappropriate of times.
I’m going to tell you that you’re beautiful at 3am. I’m going to tell you that you’re beautiful before coffee and after coffee and in between. I’m going to tell you that you’re beautiful with messy hair and eyes half closed. I’m going to tell you that you’re beautiful when you put on your black dress or wear you’re slippers to the grocery store. I’m going to tell you that you’re beautiful when you have headphones in and you’re not listening to a thing I say. I’m going to tell you that you’re beautiful when you’re laughing or crying or we’re arguing. I’m going to tell you that you’re beautiful when you fail an exam and when you top your class. I’m going to tell you that you’re beautiful when you can’t find the car keys or bought new shoes or want ice cream late at night. I’m going to tell you that you’re beautiful when you’re late for a meeting or you burnt all the cookies because you didn’t follow the damn recipe. I’m going to tell you that you’re beautiful when the sun is rising and setting or when the day is cloudy or the rain is falling. I’m going to tell you that you’re beautiful when the night is warm and the stars are shining. I’m going to tell that you’re beautiful in front of museums and at concerts and while building sandcastles. I’m going to tell you that you’re beautiful before the movie and after the movie and while buying popcorn. I’m going to tell you that you’re beautiful while you’re cleaning or drawing or writing. I’m going to tell you that you’re beautiful when the plane is landing or we’re catching a cab or we’re walking hand in hand through a park covered in snow. I’m going to tell you that you’re beautiful in front of my parents and my friends and in front of yours too. I’m going to tell you that you’re beautiful just because I think you are and even if sometimes you don’t think you’re beautiful and you feel just a little worn out; how beautiful I think you are will never be worn out to me. — dear you - c.p (via longdistance-love)