(discussing wedding paraphernalia and how easy it is to go from romantic to ridiculous)
Friend: I like very personal wedding invitations. (a couple of mutual friends) wrote a short fairy tale on theirs and it was so beautiful. Me: Well, I think everybody should do whatever they feel like on their wedding, seeing as it’s theirs and all, but I think I like more, huh, discreet stuff. Friend: But if you only write “so and so are getting married on this date in this place” it’s so impersonal, it could be anybody’s invitation. When I get married I want mine to be special. Me: Yes, okay, I get that, but for me it’s very important to keep it… restrained? The girlfriend: Tasteful? Me: Yes, personal but tasteful, something classy. GF: Something like a meaningful quote from something you both like. Me: Yes, that’s nice. GF: Like a quote from - Us both at the same time: FULLMETAL ALCHEMIST!
Look at this site, isn’t it neat? Wouldn’t you think that this dashboard’s complete? Wouldn’t you think I’m the girl. The girl who blogs… everything? Look at this trove, treasures untold. How many wonders can one Tumblr hold? Looking around here you think. Sure, reblog everything. I’ve seen memes and hipsters aplenty. Reblogged graphics and text posts galore. You want messages? I’ve got twenty! But who cares, no big deal. I want more… I want to be where the hipsters are. I want to see, want to see them bloggin’. Putting some pics in their; What do you call it? Oh queue. Facebook and MySpace won’t get you far. Friends are required for liking, commenting. When they start creeping then you just… what’s that word again? Block. Up where they like, where they reblog. Where they have Caturday and Sundog. Signup is free. Wish I could be. Part of Tumblr. What would I give if I could live without these errors? What would I pay to spend the day scrolling my dash? Bet David Karp, he has a heart. Bet he won’t reprimend his followers. Bright young hipsters, don’t need misters. Forever alone. I’m ready to know what those hipsters know! Ask them my questions and get some answers! What is breathing? And what is… what’s the word? Air? When’s it my turn. Wouldn’t I love. Love to follow, like and reblog. Out of Facebook. Wish I could be. Part of Tumblr.
I’ve lost all ability to speak.
Hipster disney has taken over tumblr.
Cannot speak. Best song ever.
Life is complete!
OH. MY. GOD.
I am actually crying. Literally, my lips are trembling and tears are coming from eyes and down my face, actual fo’ real crying.
Nothing has made me this unequivocally happy in a long time. Magical.