We would be together and have our books and at night be warm in bed together with the windows open and the stars bright.
Ernest Hemingway (via marriage-bureau)
IKEA trip this weekend garnered us a lovely red chair and a second, extra-warm duvet. which we stuffed inside with the original duvet so now there’s a giant bag of lumpy warmth on our bed.
we call it our Cave of Irresponsibilities.
I want nothing more than to return to it this day.
