polly (missaline) wrote,
sometimes... ah! how to explain. I'm no longer the fearful, shell-like thing who sobbed into her hand next to the departure gates. I'm brave, and I have always seen the off-white dress, the second hand victorian underwear dress with the low neck. And so, after the third bottle of cheap french merlot I am getting married to a japanese man i just met.

next sunday.
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