Dear diary,

Expensive taste, a sucker for love.
  • Baby: M-M-M
  • Mom: Are you trying to say mom?!!?
  • Baby: Metaphor. It's a metaphor
  • Baby: *puts cigarette in mouth*

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 lovequotesrus)

(Source: kitty-en-classe, via lovequotesrus)