I had the best fry of my existence this past weekend, hours of laughing in the grass, dancing, kissing, sweating, my god. All i wanted was love and I got it. This has been one of my best birthdays thus far.
*slow dances w my husband to this at our wedding*
I mean, ok, i’ll admit i require an extremely irrational and almost impossible-to-fulfill amount of attention but like I’m working on getting past that and forgetting that I actually had it before so that future bfs have a reasonable chance at satisfying me.
Caught myself slippin, luckily no one else cares enough to notice
embarassed im still so down for every gossip girl blog i come across