Friday, November 14, 2008

i need to stop freaking out every time i get shot.
only she said it'll be 10 years until i have to get any more, so maybe i'll be brave by then.
my mom said i'd have a husband and a baby by then.

will i?
i will not marry anyone less than great. i've always had second thoughts with all my boyfs, wondering if there's someone else. cuter, nicer, braver, taller, smarter.

i won't wonder about those things with him. he will be ridiculoulsy handsome to me and kind and intelligent and hilarious and tall and manly and we will share clothing and create things together and apart.

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