Dear Jon,
Thank you for taking me to the W and posing like this.
Thank you for every time we went out to coffee, for dinner, and every drive to the ferry.
Thank you for making sure I’m always safe, happy, and sane…
Thank you for keeping me motivated each day and believing in me even when I couldn’t always believe in myself.
Thank you for loving me, my crazy family, and sharing my silly little life…
Thank you for telling me from day one that I was “already a librarian” and that I “already got in”, even before I had applied.
Thank you for making my academic life not so stressful… and for not pressuring me to pursue any kind of discipline because it was expected of me.
Thank you for accepting me, even with all our academic differences, even though I’ll never understand discrete math the way you so eloquently do, and for the many times you actually made me feel very smart. And confident. And strong.
I owe so much of my success to you… and for everything you do to bring light and joy into the life we’ve built together.
Thank you so much, Jon. I love you so much and I can’t wait for us to start our post-graduate life together.
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Jon told me that when I draw hands they look like bananas
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what a stinky butt i give up forever
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Happy Birthday, I love you.
A few years ago, I met this guy… He was hilarious, friendly, and had the most obnoxious ego that wouldn’t quit. He teased me, but in this knowingly frustrating and flirtatious way. Of course, when I teased back, he’d only try to out do me with his flair for jabs and jokes that always had me laughing. And that’s the thing about him, he always made me laugh with his timing and wit. We hit it off right away and became best friends quickly. And just as quickly, I was falling for his charm… but what was I going to do? Suddenly, it was his birthday and I was away that weekend. So I did what any girl would do… I wished him Happy Birthday. And even if it wasn’t meant in the same way as I felt it, I love you.

(We were both 16 and it felt so right ♥)
A few years later, we celebrated the end of our teenage years together. We had been together through so many different challenges and triumphs. That year, he went away to the University of Washington. He majored in Applied Computational Mathematical Super Duper SmartyPants Science…. and I was hard pressed to even remember what ACMS even stood for—let alone understand it. Although he always tried to be modest, we all knew he was super smart. We had a graduation-birthday party of sorts. All of his gifts were Husky purple. I was so proud of him. I spelled out my joy and pride on a purple card, Happy Birthday, I love you.

(He’s reading my card)
A few years after that, we had a huge group of friends at Blue C Sushi. Just about everyone made an appearance and we had a blast! I remember it was so hard to keep it a secret, especially when so much of it had to be perfectly timed. Like he usually does at most places that serve raw fish, he ordered something cooked. We exchanged gifts and dances and were maybe the loudest guests at the restaurant. I’ll never forget his smile that day. I laughed with him and said, Happy Birthday, I love you.

(We were really annoying and happy)
He’s never lost that teasing side, he’s silly and frustrating and cute. I knew from the first moment we met that he would be important to my life, but I never would have imagined the life we’ve built together. Jon, you are my love, my prince, my happiness and my dream… you are everything to me. Happy Birthday, I love you.

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what is sleep but a figment of our subconcious entity bereathed in a nighttime hot chocolate leotard
—Jon
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In which Jon helped me study
Me:
Thank you for all the hints <3 You really know your Lanval!
Jon:
Yes I do!
Jon:
To be and not to be and all that jazz!
Jon:
It was the best of times
Jon:
quote the raven, eat my shortas
Me:
wh..
Me:
what
Me:
what
Me:
what
Me:
what does shakespeare, dickens, or poe have anything to do with marie de france
Jon:
hey i didn't write the books
Jon:
i'm just helping you get an A but if you don't want my help then i'll just take it somehwere it's more appreciated, gee whiz
Me:
wow tsundere go home with all your sass
Me:
and read a BOOK
Jon:
umm
Jon:
it's hemingyay
Me:
i'm as strong as a weed hmph
Jon:
bukkorosu
Me:
ARIENAITSUNOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO
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So I finally had the chance to tell Andrew Hussie that my darling Jon is totally John Egbert and he said, “Wow, you really do have a lot of similarities!”
Mission complete ♥
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The Star Wars Saga from C-3PO’s Perspective
Star Wars Episode I: Oh, the chances of survival are 99,000 to 1, oh my!
Star Wars Episode II: Oh dear, the chances of surviving this one are 875 to 1!
Star Wars Episode III: How now, the chances of navigating safely are 1423.02 to 1!
Star Wars Episode IV: You nitwit, our chances of success are 723 to 1!
Star Wars Episode V: Oh, oh dear, oh no! The chances of that were 5,000,000 to 1!
Star Wars Episode VI: Well, R2 has been known to make errors.
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/just realized Jon was wearing his Cavalry shirt in that picture
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WOAH!!! It’s true! * v *
Let’s see if it works on everybody…

Hrm… I don’t see much of a difference.
(出典: sofapizza)
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