#jacksbrokenheart

[dutydu]

I'm marion's broken heart.

[anironball]

a-groovymutation (+ I'm that one creepy personal blog following you that nobody wants (but don't worry, I'll stick to the bushes))

First of all: HELLO, NICE TO MEET YOU. I’m Ellen. C: I apologize for my life and choices, and all the crackblogging that happens here, but you’re more than welcome to lurk and/or talk to me if you like. And interact with Erik, either through anon or memes or however you like. 

AND YOU CAME AT ME WITH THE BIG GUNS.

August.

A u g u s t.

^ my typical reaction to everything she does

no, really.

sometimes i lie on my floor in my living room.

it’s becoming a problem.

I’ve only known August a few months (isn’t that BIZARRE? it’s bizarre to me. I feel like I’ve known her for ages sob) but I feel very, very privileged to call her my friend. She writes beautifully and is constantly pushing me to new heights in my writing, constantly challenging me to try to write as beautifully and heartrendingly and skillfully as she does. And you know, I try to keep up, and maybe I’ll get there. Her writing has so much voice and I could just honestly write with her for days. Or just read what she’s written. Go read her stuff. It's amazing. You'll cry. I usually do.

She’s also a tremendously good person. She listens to me bitch about my crazy life and cares about me even though I’m a mess and has just been there for me these past few months when everything’s turned pear shaped and sideways and you could literally not ask for a better friend.

We’re also married. I don’t know how it happened but I’m not signing the papers no matter how many times she shoves them at me.

(She’s the Rose to my Jack, the Mal to my Cobb, the Jack to my Ennis, the Satine to my Christian, the Daisy to my Gatsby, the list goes on and on and on and oF COURSE

THE CHARLES TO MY ERIK)

She’s just great, all right. Can’t say enough good things about her, God I’m embarrassing.