Errryybudddaayyyz werrrkinnn for da weeekkenddd

blymrtl:

Brittany and Chris, film. 

:)

Making a post about our week-long trip home feels too overwhelming. I took a shit ton of pictures and posted almost 200 of them on facebook and that took me like at least two hours last night. But home was so much more than amazing. I saw all of my best friends, so many people that I love, I saw my favorite band reunited from the second row and could not breathe and sang at the top of my lungs and drank nate’s pbr and was the sweatiest possible all right alongside my bff, I saw my family and Chris’ family who I love so so so so much, I saw my little sister graduate from college and am the proudest sister there ever was, I saw my hometown/favorite town and visited all the places that I love and everything that felt like home. It was the greatest week, filled with all the happiness and fun and love possible, a whirlwind of incredibleness. 

This photo was taken yesterday, on the last day of our vacation, after our return to the west coast at lunch with Aimee and her dad at the Cliff House in the city. It makes me happy.

dearaimee:

After lunch at the Cliff House in San Fran. Such a windy day today! Glad I got to see these two before they headed back to Napa.

Back on the west coast. What an incredible week. One of the greatest ever. Wasn’t looking forward to coming back, but having lunch with Aimee today overlooking the beautiful Pacific made it a little bit easier.

Oh. My god. We could not have been weirder children. This was like a normal thing too. Oh, we have some friends over? Let’s dress up in all this random shit and hats and masks and fucking faux fur coats and go outside (into the actual woods, it appears?) and pose for pictures? 

I’m not even young in this (I’m all the way to the left…)

Yesterday. I really love AT&T Park.

[weirdo picture taken last night trying to imitate the first picture taken within the first few minutes we were “officially” together, haha]

Three years with this guy today. I always say that I’m lucky, which it feels like I am, but more than luck, hitting this three year mark results from a commitment made by two kids who love each other a heck of a lot and wanna smooch each other and each other only into forever. It’s one thing to say you “got lucky” and something sweet got dropped into your lap without you having to do anything, but it’s another thing to say I got to choose this guy, and he chose me, and we get to work at building up our relationship every single day to make it stronger and better and definitely weirder and sillier and we struggle with things and we get through them together and make life decisions with the help of each other and take journeys and what we have is way better than anything that could ever just be handed to you and I couldn’t imagine adventuring through life without you, my babely babe, my deer-eyed pumpkinmouse, my highly and multi talented hunk, my fine piece of ass. I love you more than you know.

We met on MySpace.