(UHQ) Costumed fans attend the opening night of ‘Harry Potter And The Half-Blood Prince’ at Grauman’s Chinese Theatre on July 14, 2009 in Hollywood, California.
So here are the rest of the decent quality ones, plus one of me with teh books, all teary eyed, and one with the awesome boyfriend who is now knackered from the drive :)
you have a great boyfriend!!
I really do!
And for those of you who read it on S&C…http://www.scarvesandcoffee.net/viewstory.php?sid=1849&chapter=23
This is best Stutter I ever heard! [Full 10 min version]
I’m not tagging this anywhere.. Let’s just see how far it’ll come simply by the awesomeness of Klainers!
I say, ‘I am fat.’
He says ‘No, you are beautiful.’
I wonder why I cannot be both.
He kisses me
My college theater professor once told me
that despite my talent,
I would never be cast as a romantic lead.
We do plays that involve singing animals
and children with the ability to fly,
but apparently no one
has enough willing suspension of disbelief
to go with anyone loving a fat girl.
I daydream regularly
about fucking my boyfriend vigorously on his front lawn.
On the mornings I do not feel pretty,
while he is still asleep,
I sit on the floor and check the pockets of his skinny jeans for motive,
for a punchline,
for other girls’ phone numbers.
When we hold hands in public,
I wonder if he notices the looks —
like he is handling a parade balloon on a crowded sidewalk;
if he notices that my hands are now made of rope.
Dear Cosmo: Fuck you.
I will not take sex tips from you
on how to please a man you think I do not deserve.
He tells me he loves me with the lights on.
I can cup his hip bone in my hand,
feel his ribs without pressing very hard at all.
He does not believe me when I tell him he is beautiful.
Sometimes I fear the day he does will be the day he leaves.
The cute hipster girl at the coffee shop
assumes we are just friends
and flirts over the counter.
I spend the next two weeks
mentally replacing myself with her
in all of our photographs.
When I admit this to him
we spend the evening taking new photos together.
He will not let me delete a single one of them.
The phrase “Big girls need love too” can die in a fire.
Fucking me does not require an asterisk.
Loving me is not a fetish.
Finding me beautiful is not a novelty.
I am not a fucking novelty.
I say, ‘I am fat.’
He says, ‘No. You are so much more’,
and kisses me
Number 9 is life.
Hey!!! *waves back* It turns out I was near quite a few of my ‘internet friends’ today, I can’t believe we were so close, that’s mental!!! Thanks for sending the message though, it’s great to meet you, even if it’s not face to face. What drawing did you give him? Isn’t he just the sweetest? I’m not sure I’ll ever be over it!! x