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Tag: wedding

  • gothic bachelorette sexually speaking

    fig & olive crackers, raspberry jam, chili pineapple rings, blueberries, blackberries, dark chocolate pretzels, chocolate graham crackers, black olives, sun-dried bing cherries

  • for keeps

    There’s a box full of reminders of the memories.

    It was a beautiful day, but it wasn’t my day.

    There’s a box full of the money spent.

    White dress I hated and makeup caked on like I was auditioning for memoirs of a geisha.

    There’s a box full of obligation but not hate.

    It doesn’t taste like regret though.

    Something blue, the guarder that was too small on thick thighs.

    Something new, the white heels I loved but didn’t wear.

    Something old, Aunt Pink’s pearls, she was smaller in the neck than I was.

    There’s a box full of things that could have been, that should have been.

    Fake flowers and mini chalk boards for the pics that didn’t come out like the Pinterest picture I wanted.

    “Just married” leather jacket that was so fucking hot but the dress broke.

    There’s a box full of wedding things that sits in my parent’s garage that hasn’t been opened and hasn’t been processed.