Luong stories, here we go.

why is there something so intimate about sleeping over at someone’s house and seeing them first thing in the morning in rumpled pajamas , mussed hair ..... stumbling around to get coffee and corn flakes ... like I’m exposed ur exposed what r we

a couple

as you get older, you realize that you’re not always right and there’s so many things you could’ve handled better, so many situations where you could’ve been kinder and all you can really do is forgive yourself and let your mistakes make you a better person.

Get in loser, we’re going to the farmers’ market

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Long hugs can do so much

if we’re together you’re my priority

No matter how much I say I love you, I always love you more than that

I know it sounds fake but you really do have a lot of silent lovers on this planet who look at you and wish they had your smile or your hair color or your humor or your intellect or your intentions or your heart, your manners, your eyes, your ease, even just you. People who are too shy to tell you what they admire about you or what they wish for you or who they see themselves becoming bc of you & they’re too shy to tell you. even tho it isn’t verbalized, the universe has still heard and the universe has loved you for helping out on its creations. You’re that person. You’re you.

Imagine someone so sure of spending the rest of their life with you holy shit