every little thing
…and may God bless the United States of America
It’s been awhile. I knew it would take something strong to will me back into the rambles of the tumblr world. What better place to say this and potentially make a slew of enemies?
I love my president, I love my country, and I am happy for every man and woman that feels more safe & secure because a man has died. However,
am I the only one that doesn’t feel completely and totally sound rejoicing in a death? A nasty, horrible man that has done unspeakably evil things, yes, but a man of flesh and bone the same.
(Source: tamaralich)
this whole world is falling apart together, at the same time.
life has been so crazy
no time to update anything
mark & i move in together january 3rd-ish. i’ll be living in louisiana and going to louisiana tech university. eee. eee. eee.
I’m freakin’ out ya’ll! the wedding stuff starts next thursday! i have to be dressed IMPECCABLY thurs-sun. i am in charge of everyone in the bridal party’s hair, nails, makeup and accessories all three days. there will be pictures EVERYWHERE and mark’s fam i’ve never met. i’ve been instructed that i have to count how many shots grammy takes and not let her exceed 4 an hour. i have to make sure the toasts are surprises, the dj has the right songs on request, my dress comin’ from can i need to have hemmed, my dress for the wedding has to have it’s zipper fixed as my dog ate the top of it and i have no shoes for any of it. ZERO SHOES, people. there is a million billion other things i have to do but i keep getting all freaked.
socrates, my bosty, of course has absolutely nothing to worry about, as he was born in full tuxedo. little jerk.
the next time you say “i love you”, say it with the person’s name at the end.
it’s strange how such a little thing can make such an incredible impact. my mom said it tonight, after a particularly lousy day, and it nearly brought me to my knees. so sincerely, magically, beautiful.
i just woke up from the most amazing dream
i don’t remember details but it definitely involved the smell of pumpkins, holding mark’s hand, and screaming the words, “love as a verb, love as a verb!”
hopefully i’ll fall back into the same exact dream as it is 3:40am.
i’m so thankful
*crying
