virginia is for lovers

“when do you want to hang out?” “i was thinking late afternoon :)” give me a clock number or i am about to start chewing things 

meowing nonstop outside your bedroom door until i get the attention i deserve

september mood is warm crusty bread you baked from stratch, oxford shoes and cable-knit sweaters, fluttering eyelashes and glossy dusk-pink lips, wooden buttons on wool coats, lily of the valley and violet perfumes, and watching vintage horror movies on a stormy night.

The smell of vanilla extract is not entirely unlike a sirens song

The smell of vanilla extract is not entirely unlike a sirens song

Give me that old school romance. That holding doors, putting your hand on my lower back, kisses on the forehead romance. That put on some slow songs while cooking dinner and start slow dancing with me romance. That random showing up with flowers type romance. Man, I crave that type of romancing.