Poppy and Robin are getting married.
april 8th 2010
it started out as a bet.
may 10th 2011
Poppy is spending every free minute on choosing the design of the invitations.
december 2nd 2012
we barely meet although i feel sorry to cheat on him. so i usually don't. sidenote: still not married.
january 26th 2013
las vegas
i got married. to jimmy kimmel.
How can someone who wants to be loved
hate it when they’re loved at all?
Does guilt really feel that bad?
Every time I take a breath, honey
I feel the weight fall back on me
Somebody tell me it’s not so bad
Collected thoughts drown in sleep
I’ve forgotten what you mean to me
I forgot a lot of things
What happens to the girl, what happens to the boy?
I see the red lights moving
What happens to the boy, will he be destroyed?
Is this winning or losing?
But I feel, feel
But I feel something, oh it’s better than nothing
Evan’s sleeping in his bed
I’m digging in my head
He pulls the cash from under the table
Take that breath and hold it in
Oh it’s settling in a sense
It’s not so bad
Collected thoughts drown in sleep
I’ve forgotten what you mean to me
I forgot a lot of things
What happens to the girl, what happens to the boy?
I see the red lights moving
What happens to the boy, will he be destroyed?
Is this winning or losing?
But I feel, feel
But I feel something, oh it’s better than nothing
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.
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I DON’T WANT THIS TO BE MY STORY. Why, why, WHY is my survival mode Again expressed with such amount on tragedy? As if I tried!
Maybe I don’t try? At all. For any outcome.
Should I just keep it all in me and act “normal”, carry on for another 10 or 20 years and then just let mayself be locked up under dr Nathan Conrad’s supervision?
Somebody tell me it’s not so bad…
The month of May has suddenly gone by and I don’t know about Jimmy but atleast I haven’t had any time to look into our wedding planning except for some specific details that were discussed directly with me. Well, I’m sure the planners are doing a good job and June 14th (yes, had to postpone it from May to June due to the amount of work that had to be done by both me and Jimmy) 2013.
My dress is ready and fit for my body and the expectations of the organisation. Jimmy took the day off work. So I guess we have all that’s needed.
That moment when Shannon decides that holding me in Boston is not a solution but coming to LA with me is. Gave him a stage at Jimmy’s show and everyone was happy.
(Source: harenhall)
Saturday noon. Penelope and Jimmy head out to a local small festival where people are friendly and loud. Italians. They share a piece of grilled chicken. Jimmy introduces his friends to Penelope. A nice band shares their music. If for anything then only the sunset later do those two have eyes exept for each other.
Live in the moment. In the cliché that was never believed to going to happen.
“My memory loves you… it asks about you all the time.”
(Source: rochelledelaroche, via sonottrue)
Two people. A man and a woman, a friend and a friend, a doctor and a patient, a shoulder and a head.
As low as Penelope had to go, he’d never lose the grip. It’s desperate and unrealistic and pathetic but it works. As long as she needs a friend and he still wants to give his heart away, he’ll let her into his place any time expected or not and be her sense and mind while she has lost her’s.
(Source: detention, via lihtsadasjad)
GONNA HEAVE THIS waiting in Boston as soon as I arrive back from the conference in Monaco tomorrow, on Thursday, after being here since last Wednesday.
(Source: yaystyle, via la-belle-vie-a-paris)
See?
This is the life of the Second Leader, when she’s not taking orders. The life she lives with the people who love music and nights. Like she herself.
Robin Jimmy, Jimmy- Robin.
I thought I told you, he’d be home soon
Couldn’t help myself, you’re too good to be true
I fall short each time
Everytime he ain’t here
You and your charm get closer, closer in here
Like a fool for fire I fall, with my pride and all
Like a bomb before explosion
Ticking by your call
You’re the wiser one, disguised from greed
And I’m just a child who belongs on her knees
But I found a boy who I love more
Than I ever did you before
So stand beside the river I cried
And let yourself down
Look how you want me now that I don’t need you
So, you thought that I crumble to my knees
At the first sight of you
Crawling back to me
To whisper ‘will you leave your man?’
Cause you swear that this time you can stand by me
I won’t stand by you
Cause I found a boy who I love more
Than I ever did you before
So stand beside the river I cried
And let yourself down
Look how you want me now that I don’t need you
I ain’t yours for no taking
You must be mistaken
I could never look into your eyes
And settle for wrong
And ignore the right
When I found a boy who loves me more
Than you ever did before
So stand beside the river you cry
And let yourself down
Look how you want me now that I don’t need you
and then i have some other kind of friends. FRIENDS. who i barely ever meet…
a dance show number never seen before. the ones outside of it find it barely impossible to believe. the ones inside of it find it barely impossible to stop. the feet almost don’t touch the ground.
