Shirt: Forever 21, Belt: Thrifted, Pants: Nordstrom, Shoes: Target
Ian and I are so bad at fighting with each other.
We kind of have a system down for how we make decisions and stuff like that, so we rarely disagree.
But when we do it lasts for like six minutes.
We either start laughing, or we kiss and make up if you know what I mean...(yes, I just said that).
Maybe one day I'll pick a fight just for the kisses.
I suppose it's a good thing that we're lousy fighters.
That must mean we love each other, or something.