hunting for cherubs
brb dying.
Verona: Oh shit! I just gave this guy’s brain a vulva.
Burt: You’re my light, Verona. My sky. I can’t wait to see you as a mom. Her little hand in yours. And your smile on her face.
Verona: What are we gonna do?
Burt: How do you mean?
Verona: No one’s in love like us, right? It’s so weird. What are we gonna do?
Burt: I think we just gotta ride it out.
(via fuckyeahprettythings)
i hate that pretty rings like this usually don’t come in a small enough size for my finger, 4/4.5.
ready for her snugs.
ian, i’m really confused. why is there a small child/midget dancing in your photo?
just the cutest little pumpkins explaining the puppet show they were going to put on for the whole family. after the cutest performance ever, isaiah (the smaller one), sang we all live in a yellow submarine for everybody.
this is how we roll (on thanksgiving).