Dear Cary Mulligan,
Hi, I’m a 27 year old blogger (I know, right?) living in Brooklyn (again, I know) who thinks you are pretty rad. Can you break up with the guy from Mumford & Sons? They’re really awful. You’re better than that. I know what you’re thinking: “Sure, but I’m a successful lady and what would I want to do with a 27 year old blogger”. I understand that. I really do. But I am like the Christopher-Walken-in-Dead-Zone of spooning: when I spoon you, you will see your future. And that future is with me, obviously. I’m over the whole “manic pixie dream girl” shit. Really. Check my blog (wait actually don’t). You’re a woman. A lady. You can act the shit out of stuff. I can write. It’d be like that Marilyn Monroe and Arthur Miller thing (if Arthur Miller wore black Levis 514’s the whole year and wasn’t actually Arthur Miller). Anyway. I should go. Hit me back.
Love,N
(Source: redvelvetteacake, via nedhepburn)
