oreti:

I want to paint walls, with you. Yes, walls. Our walls.

Every corner, and window ledge, and base board.

I want to set the tables and tie small pieces of paper onto thread and hang them from our ceilings, with you.

I want dainty tea cups, and extravagant mixing bowls and glass jars in an assortment of sizes strewn out on our counter tops, with you.

I want the air a sweet scent of yams and the floors vibrant, and warm, and the kettle whistling with shouts of laughter ringing in the background, with you.

I want holidays, chilly noses, secret kisses in coffee shops and my hands in your pockets, with you.

I want bitter winds, and brisk mornings, bike rides and kite flying and tree climbing and neck nuzzling, with you.

I want city lights, and foggy windows and hailing taxis and italian food, and wet paved streets, and dancing all along them, with you.

I want everyday, anywhere, everywhere, nowhere, somewhere, someplace, new, old, familiar, unknown, in between, underneath, deep, and on the surface, with you.

(via itero)