“Mom, Dad, I’m gay.”
“Ok… so do you want pizza for dinner or just McDonalds?”
“I ship you and your best friend.”
“I ship it.”
“Well…We’re dating. Is it fine?”
“Does he like reading?”
“Yeah. He read all those old books you liked when you were a kid. You know that series about those Greek god kids and wizards and that boy who bakes a lot and that-“
“You have my permission to marry him. Now let’s go to Disneyland.”
Next time I fly I want a gay flight attendant. They seem fun.
Omfg. QUINJA. THAT LAST LINE IS SO YOU.
THRAY UP, BITCH. all the awards to this fabulous man.
Ohmygod I love!
I would have hugged him.
Might have reblogged this already.
Because we all have the right to an “Happly Ever After” with the person we love.
Sorry to frighten the fuck out of my new followers.
THIS^ is love. I was dying, due to pcp pneumonia and acute respiratory failure/distress. I lost over 150lbs, one of my lungs collapsed and will never re inflate, I had chest tubes, multiple IV’s, I was on a ventilator, had a tracheostomy, had to re-learn how to walk, talk, eat and breathe on my own, all over again. My husband, was there for me EVERY. FUCKING. DAY. The amazing doctors and nurses at KU Medical Center ALL commented on how amazingly dedicated my husband was. How few husbands show such tenderness and love. I would have died, had he not been there to keep me going.
I have a man who wiped my ass for me because I messed myself in my hospital bed.
Now, tell me that we are going to ruin the sanctity of marriage and I will bust your fucking teeth out.