Her hair looked like a lion's mane the day that she ended it. She could almost see his face, choose the emphasis in his voice. She wondered if he felt the same. Empty, constantly reminded, hurt. Probably not. He never did show genuine emotion. She was vindictive, spiteful. Her heart races. His is frozen. Maybe she wouldn't be so hurt if hers was too. She wondered if they were right - it is better to have loved and lost than to have never loved at all. Fuck it. They're wrong.

She was doing so well.

Okay, Prince Charming or Baloo or Goofy, sweep her off of her feet. She's ready to live again.

not the most creative, but cute :)

"so this one fateful night these two star crossed lovers met by happenstance. they met because of the woman's crossed ex and the man's willingness to save this distressed damsel from her horrid ex...from that fateful night, who would have ever thought that from those circumstances the most comfortable, natural and intense relationship could occur. this is for all of the starcrossed lovers who are separated by miles but together in heart"

disney is all I had hoped it would be, and I'm only on my second day.

hello, future husband.

pool time with my awesome roommates.

I may have my doubts, but I'm loving it so far.

new zealand accents and housing meetings.

edit.

no future husband here.

but maybe a blonde english indian named neville.

weird.