i'll be here when they give the pulitzers away - I wanna go back to the generation when a guy had to get permission from the girl’s parents to ask her out. I wanna go back to the generation where a guy would physically call her and talk to her, not text. I wanna go back to the generation where your first kiss would be with someone you’ve been dating for months, not hookup with a guy you meet in a club. I wanna go back to the generation where a guy would give you his varsity jacket. I wanna go back to the generation where a girl can get any guy just by wearing a t-shirt, jeans, and a pair of sneakers. I wanna go back to the generation where the guy wanted the girl, not always just the sex. I wanna go back to the generation where couples slow danced, not grind. I wanna go back to the generation where love actually made sense.

I wanna go back to the generation when a guy had to get permission from the girl’s parents to ask her out. I wanna go back to the generation where a guy would physically call her and talk to her, not text. I wanna go back to the generation where your first kiss would be with someone you’ve been dating for months, not hookup with a guy you meet in a club. I wanna go back to the generation where a guy would give you his varsity jacket. I wanna go back to the generation where a girl can get any guy just by wearing a t-shirt, jeans, and a pair of sneakers. I wanna go back to the generation where the guy wanted the girl, not always just the sex. I wanna go back to the generation where couples slow danced, not grind. I wanna go back to the generation where love actually made sense.

I want to go back to the time when a corset was an undergarment, not an only-garment. When a woman could show some ankle and get the men wondering what kind of shins are under all those petticoats. When a proper dowry was all you needed to get all the men. When a man would have to physically come and get the woman and her chaperone if they wanted to spend an evening frolicking in the park, not telephone. When he would give her a hand-painted portrait of himself as a sign of her no longer having any sense of individuality or independence. When your first kiss could be with a total stranger on your wedding day with her. When couples would dance a proper minuet, not one of those base waltzes. I wanna go back to the time when love actually made sense.

I want to go back to the time when a hunter wrapped in animal skins tackled you while you were out gathering blackthorn berries and you could say yes or no but either way you had Mesolithic sex. I wanna go back to the time when love actually made sense.

(via fizzylimon)