What’s more romantic than warm morning cuddles and soft hugs? If your love language is physical touch, very few things surpass casual shoulder squeezes. But perhaps, one might agree that there is an inherent sexiness in a crisp, well-bound book.
Concerts are one of my favorite things in the world. The feeling of watching your favorite artist perform live, packed against other fans singing along to the same songs simultaneously is a feeling unmatched by any other.
I really hate gifts. Not just getting them or giving them, I hate the very concept of gift-giving. There is nothing as simultaneously stressful and guilt-ridden as being asked, “What do you want for [insert cause of celebration here]?” I freeze.