glittermuff:

Time stopped for just a second.

In a laughing, PBR-drunk blur, you looked up at your girlfriend Amy, jumping on the cheap crappy couch, naked in heels with your guitar, your cat poised midway through a hilariously awkward leap.

This is it, you thought. That life you’d dreamed about but never defined. At this moment, you’re the coolest fucking guy on Earth.

Hell yes.

 Yeah, no way your girlfriend would have her own guitar. She MUST be borrowing yours.

(via courageuse)

12:38 pm  •  21 December 2010  •  608 notes