I’m sure somewhere my future wife just felt a pang in her stomach because I’m watching a wilco npr tiny desk video and I’m officially a dad now and she felt our future baby in her stomach for a brief moment 

anonymous asked:

Men have to buy 10,000 dollar engagement rings #matriarchy

I’m buying my future wife a 10k dollar bra, I know what the ladies like. ;)

I can’t wait for the day that I can come home from work and take off all my work clothes, put sweatpants on, and wait for my beautiful wife to come join my laziness. I can’t wait for the day when she’ll shower before bed, come cuddle with me with no make up on, and watch movies with me until we fall asleep. I can’t wait for the day where I’ll wake up with her by my side peacefully sleeping and dreaming. I can’t wait for the day when we can have date nights and I can take her on adventures around town or even other states. I can’t wait for the day we settle down in our own little house and have a family together. I’ll be so hopelessly in love with her. I’m so excited for all of it, but I can wait for the day I truly fall in love.

To My Future Wife

I don’t know who you are yet.  I don’t know what you look like.  I don’t know the color of your eyes.  I don’t know the color of your skin.  I don’t know your name.  There are a lot of things that I don’t know about you, but there are a couple of things that I want you to know.

You’re Already Beautiful.  Congratulations, babe, you did it.  You are already beautiful.  Seriously.  If beauty is a game, you’re a pro.  You are perfect already.  You were beautifully and wonderfully made.  You have nothing to fix.  Let me say that again, you have nothing to fix.  God did not mess-up on you.  I know what society is telling you.  ”You have to look like this, wear this, and have this in order to be beautiful.” Nope.  You’re already beautiful.  Beauty is more than what you put on in the morning.  You don’t need to lose weight to be beautiful.  You don’t need to pack on the make-up to be beautiful.  You don’t need to have all the curves installed to be beautiful.  You don’t need to have perfect skin to be beautiful.  You don’t need to act a certain way to be beautiful.  You don’t need to wear certain clothes to be beautiful and you definitely don’t need to take them off to be beautiful.  Oh, and you don’t need to have sex with me to be beautiful.    You’re already beautiful.  Feel free to grow to be a better, healthier, more confident you.  In fact, I encourage it.  But let me remind you that when it comes to being beautiful, you already won.   You are beautifully and wonderfully made.

Babe, keep your goodies in your basket.  I get it.  I really do.  When you have a nice car you want to show it off.  If you have a nice body, likewise, you want to show it off.  But, what makes a Lamborghini stand out from a Honda Civic?  I see Civics all the time.  Everywhere I go there is one of those bad boys sitting in the parking lot.  I can count on one hand every Lamborghini I’ve ever seen.  It is always exciting to see one of those.  The Honda, not so much.  Don’t get me wrong, your goodies are always going to be good.  I’ll say that again, your goodies are always going to be good.  But, if everyone and my mom has a look at everything you’re showing off, I’m not feeling like as much of a lucky ducky.  So please, for me, keep your goodies packaged away.      

You’re a princess worth fighting for.  I said “princess.”  You know, the princess you always wanted to be as a little girl?  Yep, that’s you!  But here is the deal, if you are a princess, you have to act like a princess.  The story goes something like, “The princess waits high up in her castle waiting to be rescued by her Prince Charming (thats me).  This ‘prince’ has to cross the treacherous lands, fight all the battles, storm the castle, slay the dragon and THEN he gets the princess.”

It’s a pretty cool story, really.  Prince Charming doesn’t just walk up to the castle doors, spit a little game, and off they go to happy ever after.  You’re a PRINCESS.  You’re worthy of a fight.  If you give yourself to someone who isn’t willing to fight for you, he isn’t worthy to be with you.  Your prince charming isn’t going to fight to take your purity, he is going to fight to protect it.

Don’t settle for me, make me go to work.  Don’t let me sweep you off your feet without putting in any work.  Remember, I have to “cross treacherous lands, fight all the battles, storm the castle, slay the dragon and THEN,” I get the princess.  Make me go to work.  Don’t let me have you easy.  You deserve a gentlemen.  You deserve chivalry.  Do not settle.  There are going to be a lot of guys who come through who might look like me, they might be dressed like me, and they might talk like me, but if they don’t put in the work like me, they don’t deserve you like me.  I am out here waiting for you, don’t settle for someone who doesn’t deserve you.  Don’t settle.

Our fairy tale will happen, but remember it doesn’t go from ‘once upon a time’ to ‘happy ever after.’  There is a battle that goes on in those middle chapters.Sometimes I am going to mess up.  Sometimes you are going to mess up.  I am going to say things I don’t mean and mean things I don’t say.  Sometimes I will forget that you are a princess and sometimes I will get distracted. But, together, through love, patience, communication, and the grace of God, we are going to win.

I understand I might have written this a little late, but I don’t care who you were yesterday, I care who you are today and who you will be tomorrow.  Make a change if you need to.  Let us grow together.  It is not too late.  It doesn’t matter what you’ve done or how many of these items you have missed, it just matters what you are going to do now!  You are beautifully and wonderfully made by the hands of a perfect Creator, live like it!

~Prince Charming~

Comfort she exclaimed as her head
Was pillowed by my chest
as I breathed in deep to let her hear
My heart’s recitation of her name
It is the only thing she would listen to
And I do not mind at the least

I could not escape her breath
As I heard the faintest whisper
Of her song, as she exhaled
There was mention of my name
As she dreamt away the noise
That chains her poetry

I would let my heart serenade her
If it meant that she will be kept safe
Away from all the damp and stale
Taste of her past regrets
Where kisses were just thrown
Away carelessly into the night sky
Waiting for someone to cast a net
And catch it

No, she is here with me
Safe and sound I will keep her
Without the afterthought of yesterday
I will guide her footsteps to tomorrow
Laden with flower petals that leads
To the altar

She can rest her head on my chest
Whenever she wants from here
For everything in me I give
Wholeheartedly I am faithful
As I breathe in deep to let her hear
My heart’s recitation of her name
I rest in the comfort of her breath
As it recites mine

—  To my future wife, forty-six // Pablo Verzosa

what i look for in a girl (maybe my future wife?)

  • as beautiful on the inside as she is on the outside
  • blond hair blue eyes
  • short (cause im 6'3" and love it when you have to stand on your tip toes to kiss me;)   
  • curves
  • sweeter than cherry pie
  • lets me meet her parents 
  • lets me smooch her on the cheek anytime anywhere
  • on a lazy day will watch old cartoons like scooby doo and disnesy movies and cuddle on the couch
  • doesnt mind that i will randomly and spontaneously bring her flowers for no reason other than i love her
  • will talk to me for hours about anything 
  • makes me smile just by looking at her
  • will let me just hold her in my arms and fall asleep together
  • be able to trust her 100%
  • wont randomly stop talking to me for no reason
  • will let me hold and hug her if shes sad, and will do the same for me
  • some day will bring a new life into this world with me
  • will let me hold her hand and show her off around town
  • will sing along with me to songs on the radio
  • wont mind that i will tell her how beautiful she is every day of my life, and when i say it i’ll mean it, just as much as the first time i’ve ever said it.
  • will help me construct a pilllow fort to cuddle in
  • she better like trucks that are jacked up all the way to heaven
  • she better like to roll some coal
  • lets me have a big garage and lots of jacked up toys
  • i hope she likes mudding
  • knows how to cook and will teach me how to cook and actually just end up making out while supper burns in the oven
  • lets me kiss her to  calm her down
  • lets me play with her hair ;)
  • lets me play my guitar for her 
  • will let me teach her how to play guitar/already knows?
  • wears cowboy boots  … or (cowgirl boots? dunno sounds kind of insulting?)   boots.. yeah i guess boots works,,,,,….. like all the time, and i hope she wont mind that i even wear my boots when i wear shorts.
  • lets me touch her butt like whenever ( this ones for me i dont even care what you think)
  • ok so im already in love with the theoretical girl i just made up……
  • and in that case, i hope my future wife exists.
What Love Shouldn’t Feel Like | Thought Catalog

Love shouldn’t feel circumstantial. It shouldn’t feel as if I love you more than you love me or vice versa. There shouldn’t be conditions, levels or lesser degrees of love. If there are then whatever you’re feeling is something else. Maybe lust, maybe like, maybe comfort – but certainly not love. The effort shouldn’t be one-sided; all of the little things can’t come from one contributor; and if you hurt, your companion should as well.

Love shouldn’t make someone feel like a bother. We shouldn’t be able to empathize with a pesky gnat at a picnic, being shooed away. Love shouldn’t be treated like hard labor, and it shouldn’t feel like it either. It shouldn’t make us sad more often than happy, or lead to bad times outweighing the good.

Love shouldn’t consist of waiting around to hear from the person you care infinitely about. That’s the worst. Sitting by your phone, waiting on pins and needles for something – anything from them. The phone might vibrate, but it’s beyond disappointing when it turns out to be a text from somebody else. It aches your heart to know that they’re somewhere out there, completely unfazed by your absence. We can convince ourselves that the subpar phone service failed to deliver our lover’s text, or prevented their call – but we know the chances of that are slim. And sure, we could just contact them, but when you initiate conversations regularly, it’d be nice to have that attention reciprocated. Love shouldn’t feel like being wide-awake until 3am; wishing, hoping, praying for a measly phone call from the one you adore.

Love shouldn’t keep notes on every blunder ever made. When a mistake occurs, retaliation should never be a thought. The pain felt by your companion’s mistake shouldn’t make you want to get even. If you know how much it hurt you, why would you want the one you love to experience that same agony? Those feelings are poisonous. A desire to exact revenge or document every error is a surefire sign that you’re involved in something other than love. Instead you’ve got yourself a contaminated, breakable link that the Grim Reaper of Love is ominously stalking – preparing for its imminent death.

Love shouldn’t feel like uncertainty. It shouldn’t feel like a battle. It shouldn’t feel like a tug of war, with two people trying to make the other “love” them more. Maybe you’ve mistaken your physical infatuation, or crush at a time of vulnerability for love. Those things are flimsy. Those feelings are fragile. The first storm will either demolish those relationships, or leave enough water damage to rust and wither them away.

Love shouldn’t feel hopeless, because it never is. In love, a pair can be down, but never knocked out. Love should make all things possible, even if they aren’t necessarily looking good today.  If I love you and you love me,we will prevail – but if we don’t, we won’t. Love shouldn’t feel like we won’t.

My future wife

I hope my wife is good at hair.
I hope she is good at hair so she can do our future child’s hair every morning before they go to school because she will know that I am terrible at it.
I hope my wife is patient.
I hope my wife is patient because sometimes I need more than a minute to figure everything out.
I hope my wife is bold.
I hope my wife is bold so she will educate any discriminating parents of our future child’s friends.
I hope my wife is strong.
I hope my wife is strong because even though I am strong enough to carry her burdens on my shoulders, I will need her for the times that I break.
I hope my wife likes to cook.
I hope my wife likes to cook because the last time I tried to boil water, I ended up preheating the oven on accident instead.
I hope my wife is fearless.
I hope my wife is fearless because spiders will always scare me and I will always run to her to kill it for me.
Lastly, I hope my wife is ready.
I hope my wife is ready for every adventure, every doctor visit, every love letter, every TV show marathon, every concert, every kiss in the morning, and every kiss at night. I hope my wife is ready to love.

a letter to the girl i will marry, from me, another girl:

i will put myself between you and large insects, busy highways, mean people, and scary things in general. 

i will hug you when i am sitting down and you’re standing so that i can press my cheek against your boobs. (i love your boobs.)

i will make you whole wheat pancakes on sunday because whole wheat pancakes are amazing and you will be blown away by my cooking skills. 

when we snuggle and i’m the big spoon, i will slip my hand under the hem of your t-shirt and rub your tummy until you fall asleep. 

i will write poems inspired by the dimples in your cheeks or the scent of your body wash or the way you sleep with your head on my chest.

i will look after you and give you lots of orgasms and love you unconditionally for as long as i live.

To my future Wife.

Late night car rides. Random dance sessions. Long hoodie hugs in the fall and winter. Good morning texts. Spontaneous adventures. breakfast, lunch, dinner, and of course the midnight snack run. Deep conversations, and stupid ones. tears and laughs. The presence of GOD in our lives always.

All of these things and all the love I can give to you. To whom ever you are this is my promise to you. Til the end of time.

Happy Birthday, Megurine Luka! Released 7 years ago today by Crypton Future Media, Inc. for the VOCALOID2 engine, she was the first bilingual VOCALOID (Japanese and English). She was also the first new VOCALOID to truly impact Hatsune Miku’s popularity in the Weekly VOCALOID Ranking, knocking songs such as “Miku Miku ni Shite Ageru” out of the Top 30 and soon stealing #1 with “RIP=RELEASE”. Her voice is provided by voice actress Asakawa Yū.

Dear Future Wife,

Sometimes, when I’m typing out an assignment, and I stop to take a break, I crack my knuckles, stretch my fingers out, and think about the relationship you’ll have with my hands.
I think about how you’ll intertwine your fingers with mine, how I’ll brush strands of hair away from your face when it’s windy and I want to look at you.

How my thumbs will gently dig into the muscles in your shoulders, working away the stress of a long day, and how you’ll hold your hands up against mine, comparing their sizes, marveling at how they fit together so well.
I wonder if you’ll be able to feel my pulse racing, the first time we hold hands, or if I’ll be able to feel yours when I cup your face in my hands to kiss you.

I think about the days you’ll come home, and I’ll be cooking; how I’ll dip my finger into the curry or the sauce, and hold it up for you to taste – relishing the feeling of my finger against your lips, while you enjoy the spice.
I think about my hands holding you, playing a crucial part in my memories of the way you feel on the rare nights we don’t get to sleep next to each other.

And I think about my hands holding our children, putting band-aids on tiny, scraped knees, fixing little ponytails, securing diapers, doing up the laces on the cutest little sneakers.
My hands were made to hold you, to work together with yours in building our lives together.


To the guys who write letters to their future brides

When I see your letters, I begin to freak out because you seem to idolize your FBs as these flawless girls who are perfect, We girls aren’t like that. Some days we have greasy hair, pick at our acne and literally cry over spilled milk. We have annoying habits that get on our own nerves, much less people we live with. And hopefully I’m not the only girl that’s ever had these thoughts when seeing those letters because you make us think, where does that leave me, a mousy, unorganized girl who when outside without makeup gets asked “are you sick”? Idk and I’m not saying you should stop writing or that you are wrong or that you won’t see her as the most beautiful girl in the world. But yeah, that’s what I think when I see those posts, that I “fall short” of standards no girl could live up to.