December 2011
5 posts
tmfs:: To My Future Husband: →
tomyfuturespouse:
I can’t promise you we’re going to be wealthy or famous. I can’t promise you we’re going to live in the suburbs with two healthy children and a house that smells like Yankee Candle. I can’t promise you that you’re never going to get annoyed by me or that I’m never going to feel like punching you…
Bacon
tomyhusband:
Bring home the bacon. Literally. I love bacon. That shit is delicious.
