marrying me will look like: - dancing to disco music every morning - texting you back in less than 20 seconds - stopping conversations to write down something you said that would be a good tweet - telling you when a song is playing exactly where it appeared in a movie - being served food in bed - making fun of you for needing to work out because i can’t gain weight - starting arguments like im in debate society because im good at it - endless rewatches of cinema i’ve seen a thousand times - going to the same restaurants over and over again (im never tired of them) - endless carbs - very bad impressions of accents and assorted characters - crawling onto your lap and asking for attention - complimenting you and telling you you’re the most beautiful man i’ve ever seen - can chameleon into any situation and hold court accordingly - will bro out with your boys better than you do - calming your anxiety attacks down (you’re a stressed boy incapable of doing anything yourself)