i want to make mundane grocery shopping lists with you. i want to sneak doritos into our cart when youre not looking because you dont like them but i cant live without them. i want to fight over which flavor of cheezits to get—when i win the fight, ill triumphantly put the white cheddar variety in our cart. when you go off sulking to get milk, ill put the original flavor in too and share an eye roll with a passing young mother. i want to yell at you when you jump onto the back of our cart and roll down the aisle. i want to be ridiculously and disgustingly domestic with you.

Me every time I get a simple text from my bff: I fucking love this bitch more than all of creation

even in the saddest of times I think of u and manage to smile