Roxy. 23. Gryffindor. Sagittarius. Nursing Assistant. Occasional roleplayer. Uber goob.
Roxy. 23. Gryffindor. Sagittarius. Nursing Assistant. Occasional roleplayer. Uber goob.
Roxy. 23. Gryffindor. Sagittarius. Nursing Assistant. Occasional roleplayer. Uber goob.
Roxy. 23. Gryffindor. Sagittarius. Nursing Assistant. Occasional roleplayer. Uber goob.
Roxy. 23. Gryffindor. Sagittarius. Nursing Assistant. Occasional roleplayer. Uber goob.
Roxy. 23. Gryffindor. Sagittarius. Nursing Assistant. Occasional roleplayer. Uber goob.
I think I want to make another blog. Yup I need to be really organized because I can’t find anything on this blog.
I would give anyone my hypothetical first born if they let me play Tamara or Gabby from awkward.
“Why is it necessary to put a ring on it of you’re already happy?”
Sam shrugged his shoulders at his girlfriend’s question, his gaze not leaving the television that he was watching Star Wars on. He was in serious concentration mode, plus he was pretty sure they’d already had this discussion before. “Because a song by Beyonce says so?” It was a tease, and he promptly received an elbow to the side for not taking her question seriously. “Ouch, Sav!” The young man exclaimed as he held his side, using his free hand to pause the movie. “It’s not necessary. Which is why we aren’t gonna get married a much as I want to, remember?”
“Are you sure you wanna spend the rest of your life with this?”
Sam could hardly believe what Savanah was asking. He had been sure since he was 14 years old that he wanted to be with her. “Yes, I’m sure.” He told her with a nod of his head before pressing a kiss to her temple. “Now, I gotta go because we are getting married tomorrow and my mim says it’s like bad luck to see each other the night before the wedding or something. So I love you, and don’t bail on me. I’ll see you tomorrow.”