I completely missed my own birthday, but in my defense, we were in a creepy forest filled with ghouls at the time. 18 honestly hasn't felt much different from 17, anyway.
Mal
We have a wedding to plan.
That is, if you don't have any regrets about agreeing to marry me.
Who: Bucky Barnes and Katie Bell What: A late night drink When: Monday (because why not?) Where: The local bar Warning: Alcohol use and probably swearing
I know it's symbolic, but there has to be irony in sending all those hopes and dreams and such up in flames, right? Right? Or am I just overly jaded? Wrong answers only, please.
It's been a while since I've meditated and even longer since I've done yoga, but if anyone wants to try it and doesn't know either, I don't mind helping.
Hi. I arrived back when we were in the creepy forest. I figure it's about time to introduce myself. I'm Lorna. I'm a. I'm suddenly in cabin four and even my toothpaste tastes like strawberries. Around here, that's relatively low on the weird scale, so I figure we're doing well.