How it’s supposed to be


Just now a Tumblr post told me that “One day you’ll wake up at 11:30 AM with the love of your life and you’ll make coffee and pancakes and it’ll all be alright”. That sounds amazing, but it may pan out something more like  13:30, still tangled in bed sheets and good morning kisses and what’s left of last night’s drunken delivery pizza. And to be fair, that sounds even better.