Run away to Barcelona. Eat milk chocolate magnum bars and drink cheap champagne. Burst into charming fits of laughter whenever you get embarrassed about butchering the Catalan language. Wear denim cutoffs, Dr. Pepper chapstick, and very little else. Go dancing at 3 a.m. Whiten your teeth. Tan your shoulders. Braid feathers into your hair. Perpetually wake up with sand caught in the thin cotton sheets of your tiny bed. Listen to the Rolling Stones and kiss all the longhaired boys you can get your hands on without ever having to apologize.

I want to lay in bed with you and read our favorite books together.

This is absolutely the most precious/romantic/adorable thing anyone has ever said to me! x

Anyone who gets married to me is going to have to put up with me spending 3 hours in the bath making bubble sculptures while singing Bob Dylan and the Beach Boys.