i said this to myself in my head when i was inexcusably drunk one night at a party and saw this guy (of mine?) giving his hands, his heart and his admiration to someone else. i couldn’t be mad because he wasn’t mine, but he also wasn’t hers either (via poetrea)
I had the cutest “date” last night and I just have to share it with someone. We drank french wine and danced around my apartment to big band music and Frank Sinatra, and went for a midnight walk around the town, and it was just so lovely.