I’m a huge believer in love. Not so sure of that marriage thing, but as I’ve spoke many times before, weddings make me weak in the knees and I tear up at the site of any genuine couple true. I hold no claims for my future, but for now, I’m perfectly content swooning vicariously through the images of Jonas Peterson. Have I introduce you to this mighty fellow? Ahem, let me do the honors.
I melt for these beautiful loves.
While we’re on the subject, have you freaking seen this yet? Yes. So screw weddings, let’s just throw a massive party with taffeta gowns, lace slips and satin covered buttons. We’ll serve raspberry scones and magic tea under a twilight sky. You’re invited: Writers in love, dreamed happily ever after. xoxo!
I melt for these beautiful loves.
While we’re on the subject, have you freaking seen this yet? Yes. So screw weddings, let’s just throw a massive party with taffeta gowns, lace slips and satin covered buttons. We’ll serve raspberry scones and magic tea under a twilight sky. You’re invited: Writers in love, dreamed happily ever after. xoxo!