Twenty-something year old drunk girl. I've been told I'm rude. I play ukulele in a pretty rad two piece called Odd Broads. I have always been drawn toward the macabre. I'm a mermaid. I love skeletons. Sapiosexual Ailurophilia. Bibliophilia. Hygrophilia. Logophilia. Pogonophilia. Retrophilia. Stigmatophilia. Thalassophilia. Nyctophilia.
You are my favorite person in the whole world and I can’t imagine a more perfect person to share the rest of my life with. I am constantly learning new and wonderful things about the amazing person you are. You consume my thoughts, night and day. But god damn it do I want to backhand you sometimes.
She doesn’t want to move to grab her red bull of the coffee table. Grabs he lanyard with keys on it. Throws it toward red bull. Successfully lasso redbull with lanyard. Yells from excitement. Proceeds to open redbull. Does not sit up to take drink. Only extends lips as far out as possible. Proud moment.
I was proud of myself for this.