20. California. CSU, East Bay.

40 fucking days and it still feels like forever. I’m starting to get really really impatient, but I know it’ll be worth it.


Marrying young is not the end of my freedom. It means I want to travel and see the world, but with her by my side. It means I still like drinking in bars and dancing in clubs, but stumbling home with her at 2am and eating pizza in our underwear. It means I know that I want to kiss those lips every morning, and every night before bed. If you see marriage as the end of your ‘freedom’, you’re doing it wrong.

(via strivingforaperfectfit)

This long distance thing can go suck a dick.