I wanted to sit down and write this not just for everyone I haven’t been able to see yet, but for myself. I want to be able look back and remember how my ex-boyfriend/current fiancé/future husband got me real damn good.
Beer is proof that God loves us and wants us to be happy, but if you don’t believe in God, then let me call if proof that my boyfriend loves me and wants me to be happy.
Coming home to the world’s best quidditch widow.
This is the first meal I made for James in our new apartment—aka Casa Gold Bar. As you can see, … More