Remember when this shit happened?! Now there’s no Hartbig and my non-existent HART can’t take it.
She is the definition of perfect
Stuck the landing.
"Grace" is hard to make a nickname from. But, my mom used to call me ‘Gray’ in an attempt to give me one. Ironically, gray was the color she openly hated the most.
My Dad always called me “stinky” and still does. But, it has no relevance to any story/time in my life that I stunk. I swear. GUYS, I SWEAR. It’s a term of endearment for him. He calls my brothers “stinky” too. And we’re all so used to it - I never thought anything of it until he called me it in front of a college boyfriend, who later that night was like “umm…do you want to tell me something?.” And then I realized.
See the resemblance?
Credit to the fabulous, tunameltmadness.tumblr.com