you know what line from Shakespeare makes me go feral. that one line that’s like “I will live in thy heart, die in thy lap, and be buried in thy eyes (and also I will go with thee to thy Uncle)” from Much Ado About Nothing because like. that line is objectively really funny because Beatrice is just talking about going with Beatrice to have a conversation with her uncle and he’s. being an overdramatic bitch again. but the other thing is that. that line is so unbearably tender. imagine you ask someone to go with you to your uncle’s and they seriously tell you not only do they want to do that but they also want to die in your lap and be buried in your eyes, sort of in a joking tone but also completely meaning it. i cant think about that too long or ill absolutely go insane
“Hey man I need to buy more paper towel wanna come with” *deadpan expression* I would die for you
Waking up to your husband holding your half naked body with his. Peeling him off of you and crawling out of bed. Sneaking down to the kitchen. Putting in your headphones while you cook breakfast for the two of you. Hearing footsteps but pretending not to notice. His hands on your hips as he sneaks up behind you. You spin around for a kiss. Eating breakfast together on the porch of the house you own together. Taking a hot shower. Together. Crawling back into bed as the sun goes up into the sky. Sex. Napping. Laughing. More sex. More napping. More laughing. Take another shower. Get dressed up. Go to dinner together. Have a couple drinks. Have really good food. Walk around the city under the lights and the stars holding hands. Drive home. Take off all the fancy clothes. Climb back into bed. Fall asleep next to the love of your life, again.
