Tonight.

Tonight.

Let’s pretend we have no cares in the world. That the extent of our troubles lie no further than the dance floor. Let us sing from an unknown depth in our souls, and blow kisses to the sky. Let’s pretend that life is, and will always be like this; full of laughter, and joy, and people that leave imprints in our hearts.

Tonight.

Let’s pretend no one else exists in this world – but us. And even if they did, each other is all we’d see. Let’s take things for more than face value, and say things we really mean but blame on the alcohol. Like “I like you,” and “You’re mine.” You’ll hold my hand because you want to be by more than my bed side, and I’ll kiss you as if you care whether or not I mean it. 

Tonight.

Let’s pretend like it’s our last. That the actions we make, won’t affect how we feel tomorrow. Like responsibility, rules, self-destruction, anxiety, and insecurity are foreign words to us. Let’s pretend we are the beauty that other people see in us, which for some odd reason we are blinded by. Tonight, let’s set the world on fire like we don’t have to put it out in the morning. #gallery-10067-1 { margin: auto; } #gallery-10067-1 .gallery-item { float: left; margin-top: 10px; text-align: center; width: 25%; } #gallery-10067-1 img { border: 2px solid #cfcfcf; } #gallery-10067-1 .gallery-caption { margin-left: 0; } /* see gallery_shortcode() in wp-includes/media.php */