So one of my best friends had a medieval fantasy wedding
at a hella cool castle
the groom channeled Thranduil and the Baratheons
the bridesmaids were elf maidens
the court jester and town crier were there
the cakes were gorgeous
luckily a friar was passing through town who was able to officiate (“mawwaige,” he said, “is what bwings us togevver today”)
the bride’s chariot was pulled by the most beautiful creature
unfortunately, as with all medieval weddings, there is the dragon problem
You don’t know how to be touched. You don’t know how to be loved. You are lonely and yet you push away anybody who tries to get close. You are a ship going under because you cannot stop pouring water onto your hull. And I am the bucket that will never be big enough to hold all of the drowning in you.
loitering is basically the illegal act of existing while not spending money
isn’t capitalism fun
i just spent like 3 hours painstakingly choosing a new phone case out. like i narrowed it down to like 30 choices and read all the reviews for each one to make sure i would be getting the most out of my 15 bucks
to put this into perspective, i decided to go to film school on a total whim and applied to 2 colleges total without visiting either of them first.
i wonder how people describe me when they’re talking about me to someone who’s never met me