Sometimes despite the fact that you want to indulge in spontaneity, despite the potential of the night, despite the adventures to be had and the memories to be made….
you just really need to curl up in bed, turn up the twinkly christmas lights and turn down the florescents, write poetry, watch gilmore girls and have the night to yourself.
Ugh. The end of this song will always make me cry.
Well that’s the most beautiful thing I’ve heard all day.