Blue curtains and cowboy boots.
WORDS CANNOT BEGIN TO DESCRIBE HOW MUCH I FUCKING LOVE THIS PICTURE.
//Dead//
A conversation on FB between a bestie and I:
(Concerning a suspicious alcoholic beverage that is being produced by the blonde boys I was going to marry when I was 13:)
Her: LOVE It.
Me: It kind of creeps me out, actually
Her: It just makes me laugh . . . so hard.
Me: Ew! I know! I can't believe I was going to marry that guy
Her: Cute musician, kinda scrawny, sweet but you believe to be underrated and kinda misunderstood. Yeah your type has changed SO much. Now you just have better taste in the music they play.
Me: If they're deathly depressed, even better.
Her: True, that and the sex appeal have matured with age for you.
Me: That, or I'm just a hormonal wack-job. I have no idea how Ben puts up with me. God bless his patience, or I would be stalking Oklahoma right now.....
Her: It is funny that you have a scrawny talented musician/artist at home and he's just not darkly depressed enough for you.
Me: I'm a creepy stalker. Good thing they have no idea I exist.
