You know the words, so sing along for me.

"Caps is yelling at me!"
"I'M NOT YELLING, DAMN IT!"
"YES YOU ARE. God! Oh. Happy Anniversary (:"
"SHUT UP! ... Happy Anniversary."

Six months. 26 weeks. 181 days. 4344 hours. 260, 640 minutes. Although technically, it's no longer the twenty-first. Is it just me, or does that seem like one long ass time? Of course it's not just me. He said it himself, last night. Or, rather, early this morning. And I'm happy about it. Despite some opinions on the matter, he's my boyfriend, and I love him. He makes me happy, and I'm not going to negate that just for the sake of appealing everyone else.
I liked this boy the moment I met him. And then he went and married me after five minutes? I was hooked. I hate him for it (: I really do. Ahah, and now, well, now I love him.

"I'm hopeless. I mean, I can't watch or listen to Anastasia or The Phantom of the Opera without thinking of him and tearing up. Hearing a Fiddler on the Roof song does the same thing. I refuse to take off his bracelet. He's really all I think about, and I find a way to connect everything to him. I'm in love with him."


Okay, so, breaking up with him may not have been the greatest thing for my mental health, but it helped us? At least, I think it did. Our relationship is weird. I mean, six months without seeing each other, ever? That's pretty good. My first relationship, and his longest. I don't even know? We may not talk as often as I'd like, and we never see each other, but it's him. And I wouldn't change that. We'll see each other this summer, and until then, we can make it.

And even though she doesn't believe in love, he's determined to call her bluff.
Who can deny these butterflies? They're filling his gut.

"I still have the dream sometimes. I do. I come home from the store, and find you on my doorstep with a suitcase. And not your entire wardrobe; just a carry on, a duffel bag. We don't say anything, but you have this look in your eye that kills me. It just... And I unlock the door and let you in. And that's it. That's the dream. When I wake up, I wake up happy... Vibrating for a few seconds, with my head in the sand... Content. Then it goes away, and you go away. I really don't want to get out of bed then, because it's cold out there. But I do. I get up, life goes on."

-Dakota Skye

I love you, Andrew Lee. ♥
I wish you were closer. I miss you.

The Power of a Misnomer.

In tandem with my thoughts, the address of this blog was taken directly from a Series of Unfortunate Events. How I love those books.. Lemony Snicket? Literary genius.

The Incredibly Deadly Viper.

Naturally, people assume it to be some evil monstrosity, with a cruel intent to kill without mercy. A misnomer that just so happens to be the cause of whatever may happen to the creature in the future. Human beings, though most have the brain capacity, don't properly think things over. They are swift in jumping to conclusions, pausing only to think of sex or food, money or objects, occasionally those dear to them. But usually, they think only of themselves. When introduced to a beast so magnificent, they wouldn't waste time in closely studying or actually attempting to learn about it. The name would tell them all they needed to know - or so they would believe. Society is like that. Judging solely on appearance, status, and overlooking those things that define a person. What good are bleached white teeth and pin straight hair if you have the IQ of a thumb tack and your personality leaves people begging for death? In today's world, they are your ticket to success.
Well, you know what I think? I think those pretentious, idiotic, appearance-obsessed, egomaniacs need to remove the pool cues from their asses and open their fucking eyes. No one is perfect, and no one will ever be. So her breasts are small and he lacks muscle; so she's chubby and he has acne; So.. What? What do any of those things have to do with WHO THEY ARE? "Never judge a book by its cover." You can't know a person based solely on their appearance, or their name; who they know or what they own. It's what's inside. You know what's beautiful? Happiness. Making someone smile is the best damn feeling on the planet [yes, it even tops sex]. No matter the person, that smile lights up their face, brightens their eyes, and makes them glow. In these moments, a person is more beautiful than any amount of makeup or surgery or expensive clothing could ever achieve.

So smile,
because happy looks good on you.
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