tonight i watched Valentine’s Day/
its one of my favorite movies
and every time i watch it i always say to myself “okay amy you cant cry. youve seen this movie 16541384 times you cant cry!”
and then everybodys falling in love and bradley cooper and mcsteamy from Greys are like all lovey and then i just loose my shit when julia roberts hugs the kid
I LOOSE MY SHIT EVERY TIME
and then without fail my next words are “you are going to die alone with 97 cats”
and i dont even like cats.
and i know im setting the feminisim movement back like 500 years because i want to fall in love with a weathley person and i stay home and take care of the kids and the house and become a real housewife of insert-town-here (just without the fake boobs and divorce)
and i read on tumblr from one of those “real facts” blogs that the longer youve been single the more you think something is wrong with you
and when i fall in love i want the big gesture
i want someone to come out of the closet on national tv for me
or to sing the elephant love medley to me on a roof top
or steal a blue trumpet for me
or jump and down on a sofa screaming my name because they love me so much
but im not going to have that. with my luck ill marry the first person i date. then 2-5 years down the line they cheat, or become abusive, or fall out of love with me.