my mother has decided that inviting people to my wedding is cool. let me break it down:

a) that is rude and inconsiderate. especially when NOT ONLY do you “invite” them, but what you mean by invite them is “I’m going to tell them that you’re NOT inviting them and then, when you relent and say they can come, lecture you for acting like a 14-year-old”

b) the more people who get added, the more complications they layer on to who ELSE I have to invite. immediate family is a very. easy. line to draw and it should not be that difficult to understand. when I start saying yes to this person or that person then anyone else at that level of closeness to me has to be under consideration or else THEY will feel left out. what the fuck?? why did this, today, become EXACTLY the thing I was escaping? FUCK.

c) NO.

hungryheath:

[23.06.13] Sometimes happiness is new socks. 

My boyfriend has been sticking his fingers in the holes of my socks for about 6 months. Today was the day we decided to bring an end to that. New socks = happiness. It only seemed fitting that I find myself a pair of socks with a Mouse on it. The once oh so annoying nickname is starting to stick.. Hx aka Mouse. 

P.S. Don’t worry, I also bought ‘normal’ socks! 

either every story has an incomplete and awkward ending or i can’t figure out how to get to page 2…

lol. I’m sorry, anon, I wish I had the time! these were originally written for my fiancé as a sort of midday tease, and I sent them to him via email on my work break, when I could squeeze them in. someday I hope that my full-time work can be writing but right now it’s just what I do for a hobby – so sometimes the scenes will end short, to tease and make you imagine what’s next.

if you ever have requests for ones you’d like to see expanded on, please let me know! I’m often more motivated to write quickly (and therefore find the time) when people are waiting on stories they’d like to read.

imagine-benedict-cumberbatch:

Imagine Benedict Cumberbatch having a new born calf suck on his fingers.

The calf mewls.  Benedict simpers; another hapless fan.  Teeth sink into flesh. The vampire-cow drinks again.