“You know when the bride makes her entrance and everybody turns to look at her? That’s when I look at the groom. Cause his face says it all you know, there’s pure love there.
I like to glance back at the poor guy getting married. Cause even though I think he’s an idiot for willingly entering into the last legal form of slavery, he always looks really, really happy”
my personality varies from unbearably clingy to disturbingly distant and there is no inbetween