Monday, October 27, 2014

dear future husband,

the way to my heart isn't through red roses, sparkling cider, and a candlelight dinner, although all that is nice.

the true way to my heart... i'll give you a hint : its something far more practical and delicious and lovely.
i just want you to sit by me in oversized pajamas and eat chocolate chips and tortilla chips. together.

don't judge me. just enjoy it with....or at least pretend to. deal?

we could even write a song how you are tortilla chips and i am the chocolate. both of us together make people fat, but happier too. people couldn't live without us.

and yes, it is such a weird celestial combination that i couldn't even find a google image to make this post prettier.  what a shame.

xo, emily 

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