happiness is
somebody who will be your Valentine for the eighth year running even though you are a snotty, aching mess hopped up on DayQuil who just wants to watch Fringe and groove to the dulcet musical stylings of Michael Bolton Pandora. When a man loves a woman, indeed.
(Love you. Yeah, you.)
tinyfridge
February 15, 2011 @ 1:03 pm
I want what you’ve got.