tumblr is the saddest on the weekends because we see who has a life and who doesn’t
Don’t think for a second that you can’t ask me for help if you ever realize you want it or that I’m not here for you anymore just because I moved on and let you go.
Marrying young is not the end of my freedom. It means I want to travel and see the world, but with her by my side. It means I still like drinking in bars and dancing in clubs, but stumbling home with her at 2am and eating pizza in our underwear. It means I know that I want to kiss those lips every morning, and every night before bed. If you see marriage as the end of your ‘freedom’, you’re doing it wrong.