...especially when you can elope. i love elopements, particularly the secret romantic ones.once upon a time, not so long ago i was thinking that living a life that was the equivalent of a diet of chocolate and champagne (let's make it chili chocolate and rose wine) was...complicated. later developments showed that honestly, it's where i thrive. it's not like i can be happy anywhere else than a wonderful mess... something like this

wedding as in the ariean bff is getting married and this has the potential of creating a whole dimension of ...stuff,  i am not entirely sure of.
other than that, my thoughts on marriage: i don't particularly need it unless it's under the form of secret romantic elopement just the two of us to a secret destination no one else knows. because it's so much more romantic and it's a very effective method of preventing outside influences which might ruin the whole thing. other than that, i'm just as happy with someone i can love, trust and do wildly romantic and inappropriate things.

it's my way of evening out other harsh aspects of life, such as work, money, blah. no so deep inside i am pretty sure i would have made a good lover for a successful yet completely bonkers writer.

dealing with pluto - never easy, i can tell you that, even though i will have to live with it because it is so. what i don't understand though is some people who refuse to be happy. who are scared of being happy. who would rather wallow in their own vats of resentments and fears and stuff that make me go seriously??? like, are you for real???? than actually live and enjoy the plethora of wonderful things out there. yeah, sure, there's a price for everything and consequences to deal with.
also, a thing i noticed. people that i had the longest albeit slightly deranged relationships with, ALL had a plutonian flavor.