"My dear, dearest, There are mountains out there that we can lay our giant feet on. There are goats to jump around with, penguins to slide next to on our bellies, bats to fly blindly along in dark cave. There are warm beds to be conquered and quilts to bury ourselves underneath. There are our four feet, four hands to heat and hold, between calves, between eager, lovely, hands. There are the noises our stomachs will make when we’re hungry and the ones our laughter will make when it echoes off the hills and walls of empty rooms. There are all the wild things inside of us that will chase us around. There are the tall buildings we’ll have built and forgot to climb. There are all the things left to do, all this love left to give and I am excited to do them with you."
5/16 21:28 - promiseoflight - 3 notes

