This is not a love story
every time I think about the movie 500 Days of Summer. These emotions were even more intense while I was watching it, so I’m really unsure of how I could have possibly survived it.
I feel ecstatic, depressed, dramatic, sympathetic, empathetic, lonely, comforted, philosophical, love, chemistry, butterflies, scared, and confused.
It’s rare that a movie has this sort of effect on me. That’s how I know I love it.
Thou shall not drunk text the boy you like.
Thou shall not send him dirty messages (he started!).
Thou shall not listen to high schoolers about how to reply to said boy’s messages.
Fuck my life. But I did get a kick out of it.
WHAT BOY!?!?! We really need to talk missy. Things have changed farrrr too much without my knowing about it.
Today someone who I’m fond of told me he was having a child with his wife, who I also love. I could barely contain myself I was so excited for the both of them! So, the whole point of this is that maybe I don’t hate babies, I only hate all the people I’ve ever known who have had them. (That’s a joke… sort of. Is there anybody I know on here who has had a child that I am friends with? I hope not.)
You haven’t met that baby yet. Don’t speak too soon buddy.
different in Texas:
Just went on a 9 day vacation to Texas (Houston area) to visit my boyfriend’s family. Jersey is verrrryyy different.
Things that are different in Texas:
There are more, but I’m tired. I’m just glad no one ever brought up religion or politics. Atheistic liberals are like Satan over there.
It will end up being a marriage of mutual respect. Not love. Just like what honey brown eyes did with his wifey. I don’t know if I can live the rest of my life on mutual respect.
I wonder if you can live your life never truly experiencing the over romanticized American version of love. Surely your American side says absolutely not.