Moments before the ceremony, Matt and I gave each other handwritten letters to read together {between a door}. This was such an intimate moment and I am so glad we decided to do it.
This is just too amazing not to reblog.
le sigh
I think we learned one thing for sure.
She is a much crappier writer.
He gets tears. She gets him to look like he’s proofreading a book report.
jzr-chucksarah:bathroomsnoggers:faceoffailure:peoplesmachine:kissedmequiteinsane:sophie-kathleen-lily:syrup-sucker:cincosechzehn:ohmypenguins-xo:squidneycrosby:katiiiie:
-after hearing this - it makes me love her just that liiittle bit more. She’s perfect
-Oh my god, she’s so amazing.
-Omg, why are you so baller Kate?
-Oh my god, she’s making me fall in love with her more and more…
(sigh)
On a related note, the publicist assigned to get good press for an over privileged English woman who just completed the next step of the arranged marriage to an inbred member of a out of touch, valueless, figurehead monarchy successfully planted a bullshit pointless story to make the woman seem slightly less disconnected from the reality of the lives of her “subjects.”
You know who else puts on their own make-up when they get married? Poor people. You know why? They don’t have money to pay people to do it. They would also put it on every day if they could afford the make-up, but probably can’t.
You know who will have people putting make up on her for every public appearance for the rest of her vapid, valueless, out dated reign? Kate Middleton.
Editors note: There is a small chance that Kate Middleton is a lovely, smart, caring human being with a heart as big as all of England. It doesn’t change the fact that the only reason anyone gives a shit about her is because despite the progress made in society, a shitload of women still have a visceral connection to the princess myth. I do not, so pardon me if the (only possibly true story) of her *gasp* putting on her own make-up doesn’t give me a monarchial boner.
Ag
(Source: k-a-t-i-eee)
GPOYAYGWRWYWTRB
(Gratuitous Picture Of Yourself At Your Godmother’s Wedding Reception Where You Were The Ring Bearer)
Wasn’t she a beautiful bride?
Tie off, collar open. Didn’t I look drunk? (I wasn’t)
Doesn’t it just all look oh so very Italian?!
Ag
Your ex-wife’s house.
The third closest Taco Bell/KFC blended store.
Procedure Room Two: Clermont Animal Hospital.
Route 30. Mile marker 128.
20,000 Leagues under the Sea (because leagues don’t even measure depth! Your guests will have no IDEA where to go)
The past.
Ag
