Such broken things…
I JUS TWATCHED THE SEAON 3 FINALE AND I’M CRYING MY EYES OUT DON’T FOUCH ME OH MY GODHS
Drag me to the dance floor and keep your hands on my waist. Dance with me, slowly, but surely, to the proper rhythm and the sequence of our feet in motion. Hold me close until the lights dim little by little. You won’t notice that everything will fade out as well - the background, the music, the… people around, and even our own being. But somehow, our emotions will be long-lasting, and our hearts will know what we mean to each other, for the heart does not need eyes to see the reason, but rather only knows by intuition.
Our next dance will be waiting.
ransom and i got married several months ago in an intimate ceremony, but recently had a larger reception for more family and friends, and it was a blast! as we’re both writers, it seemed fitting to have the event at one of our favorite bookstores: the last bookstore in downtown LA. we’ve had a lot of requests for photos, so i thought i’d drop a few here. hope you enjoy them as much as we do!
:::for the especially curious:::
my bouquet: was made from the pages of ransom’s novel (miss peregrine’s home for peculiar children).
our photographers: brandon + katrina of brandon wong photography.
venue: the last bookstore in downtown los angeles.
catering: the extremely fabulous heirloomla.
flowers: from floral art!
the band: one of our favorite local indie bands, the gallery.
hugs and books!
me about to blaze the pot
bet youre not even really high