#lovsself

@lovsself​ / plotted starter! 

                            officially      deceased.      25 / 05 / 20.      death      by      being      too      horny      and      in      luv.

i  think  i’m  gonna  sober  up  before  i  tell  you  the  bad  news  though.

→ ANSWERED // @lovsself​ // the guy who didn’t like musicals

“ you always this high energy or ‘s there an off button? ”

@lovsself && i are getting married @ disney yall invited

in rare form, cher had found a break in her busy schedule, a lull in her internship before the semester was back in full swing, and tristan was doing his best to take full advantage of it. in rare form donned a suit and tie, and gently led his girlfriend past the doormen and onto the city streets. paid no mind to the winter chill, the snow flurries that were beginning to fall; they had a date to go on! they’d managed to get downtown just in time for the reservations tristan had made, settled into their plush seats and partook in a meal that cost about a year’s worth of car notes —- but that wasn’t the point. he had stopped by magnolia bakery earlier that morning, custom ordered some whoopie pies (had never forgotten their ‘first date’ even if it had been a lifetime ago), and was elated to see the instant recognition in his girlfriend’s eyes. tris would be the first to admit his heart was racing in his chest, face growing warm with a soft blush that could only come from nervousness, but he persevered anyway. “you know me, i like t’dream a lot,” he smiled softly, “of what we’ve got already, and we’re gonna have —- but mostly, i dream of you a lot.” which was true, found that whenever his mind wandered cher was always on the forefront. took precedence over bills or work, or what needed to be fixed around the apartment; everything was cher. everything was always cher. his shifted from the chair carefully, got on one knee and pulled a small black velvet box from his jacket pocket. “will you marry me?”