This + This = Perfect Bridal Outfit
Jen doesn’t think she’s beautiful. Sees her features as piggy, her hair as chaos. I’m no better. My body seems to me to be a floppy tube of Go-gurt.
And neither one is true, of course, and man oh man it was never less true about Jen than yesterday. Couldn’t get unglued from her brown eyes during the ceremony, lost myself in her hair. She’s a deeply beautiful woman, smart and silly, and this Go-gurt is impossibly lucky to have her.
NO I’M NOT DRUNK WHAT WOULD MAKE YOU THINK THAT
Can we just talk about how sprinkles are the best fucking thing ever
“We are all alone, born alone, die alone, and — in spite of True Romance magazines — we shall all someday look back on our lives and see that, in spite of our company, we were alone the whole way. I do not say lonely — at least, not all the time — but essentially, and finally, alone. This is what makes your self-respect so important, and I don’t see how you can respect yourself if you must look in the hearts and minds of others for your happiness.”
Hunter S. Thompson
I’m going to increase my exercise regimen so I can cosplay Khal Drogo. Body paint and bells in my braid, baby.
And Matthew can be Daenerys.