be a bride
not a bitch.
Just because you’re, like, two seconds away from being married doesn’t mean you can:
* Call your mother-in-law a cunt to your fiance’s face
* Take more than one klonopin before bed because “the stress of it all”
* Max out your credit card at Isabel Marant
* Not be the best friend ever to all your best friends who suffered through your obsessive texts and phone calls and freak-outs during the falling-in-love process, when you were convinced the man you are about to marry was going to lose interest and/or your number
* Lose more than five pounds, do colonics, binge and purge, or only drink green juice
* Start screaming spontaneously
* Press snooze more than once
* Google your ex while your husband-to-be is asleep
* Call in “sick” then spend the day in bed on fb
* Take an exercise class more than once a day that has the word “soul”, “fly”, or “core” in it
* Lose sight of the time when you were single, struggling, and scared, and your dating life was a drama and a disaster, awkward dinners and uncomfortable hook-ups and walk-of-shames home at dawn holding your underwear, and a cigarette, and a heaviness in your heart convinced that your life was about to be just one endless lonely Saturday night in a studio apartment crowded with tabloids and cats.
* Forget your good fortune, or the fact that it is your duty as a stone fox bride to be kind, and cool, and beautiful in all forms — and to honor all the women before you who took this great leap of faith — from your nana, to your mom, to bianca fucking jagger — and to have love, do love and be love — because that’s really all there is.
* Call your mother-in-law a cunt to your fiance’s face
* Take more than one klonopin before bed because “the stress of it all”
* Max out your credit card at Isabel Marant
* Not be the best friend ever to all your best friends who suffered through your obsessive texts and phone calls and freak-outs during the falling-in-love process, when you were convinced the man you are about to marry was going to lose interest and/or your number
* Lose more than five pounds, do colonics, binge and purge, or only drink green juice
* Start screaming spontaneously
* Press snooze more than once
* Google your ex while your husband-to-be is asleep
* Call in “sick” then spend the day in bed on fb
* Take an exercise class more than once a day that has the word “soul”, “fly”, or “core” in it
* Lose sight of the time when you were single, struggling, and scared, and your dating life was a drama and a disaster, awkward dinners and uncomfortable hook-ups and walk-of-shames home at dawn holding your underwear, and a cigarette, and a heaviness in your heart convinced that your life was about to be just one endless lonely Saturday night in a studio apartment crowded with tabloids and cats.
* Forget your good fortune, or the fact that it is your duty as a stone fox bride to be kind, and cool, and beautiful in all forms — and to honor all the women before you who took this great leap of faith — from your nana, to your mom, to bianca fucking jagger — and to have love, do love and be love — because that’s really all there is.
from stone fox bride
if theres any kind of bride i AM
its a stone fox one!!
can't wait to visit them in december.
xo
sung
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