What happens when my favorite man on tumblr and my favorite woman on tumblr come together. Holy crap.
Month: March 2011
After a week that seemed to drag on forever, I’m getting ready to head out for what will surely be quite the evening with my bestie. Although I do generally take pride in my appearance, it feels good to set some real time aside to primp. I get damn girly when I’m given some time.
Aw, someone’s a pouter.
Why I don’t post pictures of myself: Because it’s waaaay more fun hearing what you folks imagine I look like.
Glad someone had a time machine and the means to jump ahead and photograph my bridal shower. It’s good to know what I’ve got to look forward to.
Oddly enough, when I see arms pulled back this stringently, the first thing I go to is the fingers. There’s like this writhing tension there that’s just kind of been put in shock. And I’m soaked.
A Series of Unfortunate Events. I think we could be good friends. :)
StandardI concur. <3
(100th post, what what.)
Reminds me of a series of books I used to read as a kid. Not the picture itself, but the feeling. There was this line: The world is quiet here.
For some reason, I want him to place his foot on her back and push her down to the water, even though I have no idea what she’s doing.
I reblog this with great hesitation, as I know he’s probably going to somehow convince me to try this once he sees it.
Meh. You only live once.
Just a couple of strategically place access holes and he would really have something.
Nothing
Standardin my personal cache or the annals of tumblr can properly visually represent what I interpret will come of following through on this.