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EarnestQ

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The picture with the reflection is quite notable too.

Were you afraid of getting the dress dirty?
 

Lynx

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So I gotz married.

(By the time we got to the sunset photo I had already eaten my entree and main course meal so I look 3 months pregnant but I'm not.)
I don't know if this is the way a typical guy is supposed to think, but my first thought was, "She wore her wedding dress when she ate the entree and main course meal? And didn't worry a bit about getting a stain? Impressive!"
 

Lynx

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The picture with the reflection is quite notable too.

Were you afraid of getting the dress dirty?
HA! I guess I am normal after all! That or he and I are both weird in the same way.

I couldn't see a lady going to the trouble of changing, eating, then changing again just for a sunset picture, but I also couldn't see a lady wearing her wedding dress at the wedding dinner and risking a stain...
 
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loverofjesus27

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HA! I guess I am normal after all! That or he and I are both weird in the same way.

I couldn't see a lady going to the trouble of changing, eating, then changing again just for a sunset picture, but I also couldn't see a lady wearing her wedding dress at the wedding dinner and risking a stain...

I stained my quinceañera dress and my mood elevated 10x more.
 

Socreta93

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Everything has it's beginning, everything has it's end. Sometimes you just need to know when to let go and move on. Holding on to something your heart is not into will never help you but only place a burden. Time to say goodbye
 

EarnestQ

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Everything has it's beginning, everything has it's end. Sometimes you just need to know when to let go and move on. Holding on to something your heart is not into will never help you but only place a burden. Time to say goodbye


Ya know....

That isn't always true...

It could be used to justify divorce if you are not interested in your spouse anymore.
However, it is likely true if your romantic interest has dropped you.
 
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toinena

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Goodbyes are difficult, and looking back is tempting. What ifs are plenty and answers are few. I try, sometimes it is very hard, to walk today's walk without worrying too much about tomorrow and not thinking of the what ifs of the past. You need some basic securities to do so, though. I am weak, because I am not able to trust God that way, but need the work contract and the vision that things are doable before I stop worrying. I wish I could trust God more wholeheartedly, though.
 

EarnestQ

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Goodbyes are difficult, and looking back is tempting. What ifs are plenty and answers are few. I try, sometimes it is very hard, to walk today's walk without worrying too much about tomorrow and not thinking of the what ifs of the past. You need some basic securities to do so, though. I am weak, because I am not able to trust God that way, but need the work contract and the vision that things are doable before I stop worrying. I wish I could trust God more wholeheartedly, though.


You can't change who you are today. You can only ask God what He would have you do today. The more you obey Him today, the more like Jesus you will be tomorrow.
 
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I learned how to compose a mountain dew sonata out of my adverbial bubblegum that has the amphibious expectation of a bureaucratic barbecue with the flabbergasted duck-pimples that used to gurgle three scoops of diesel cup-o-noodle real estate if u find yourself doing illegal backflips while the polka-dotted signature of your raspberry snooze alarm goes viral with the free-range boatload of romantic hiccups that go bump in the photo of diamond peanut butter bellyache cravings that come with a parmesan billy-goat hashtag found in your non-violent milkshakes of yankie doodle palm-readers snorting grandmother clocks and losing weight in the acoustic library of billabong sedatives that tangled your tie-dye tournament of huckleberry smirks when you get down and out over the allergic big band rebellion who loves to subpoena a phantom breakfast burrito when the stereotypical burp festival hands you a sweet and sour holiday celebrating the art of sitting down and muttering how to resemble tic-tac-toe therapy from neptune volkswagon that does sign-language for the paperback withdrawal from postmodern skateboard jacuzzis with the university of phosphorescent child-sized opera showers from the prehistoric bumper sticker farm that hide and seeks the controversial apricot orphanage for mohawk convertibles addicted to grammatical toothpaste from the deep-fried water park conspiracy garden of interstate sit-ups intended to hot-wire your left stomachache that has a theoretical wind-farm patio behind the gas station surgery of the triangular sorcerer’s apprentice at the hookah lighthouse spinning a ravioli proverb multiplied by the honey nut cheerio square root of chevrolet somersaults that used to smell like a diet balloon in the marco polo fallacy of wide-eyed horseshoe giggles
 

melita916

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I learned how to compose a mountain dew sonata out of my adverbial bubblegum that has the amphibious expectation of a bureaucratic barbecue with the flabbergasted duck-pimples that used to gurgle three scoops of diesel cup-o-noodle real estate if u find yourself doing illegal backflips while the polka-dotted signature of your raspberry snooze alarm goes viral with the free-range boatload of romantic hiccups that go bump in the photo of diamond peanut butter bellyache cravings that come with a parmesan billy-goat hashtag found in your non-violent milkshakes of yankie doodle palm-readers snorting grandmother clocks and losing weight in the acoustic library of billabong sedatives that tangled your tie-dye tournament of huckleberry smirks when you get down and out over the allergic big band rebellion who loves to subpoena a phantom breakfast burrito when the stereotypical burp festival hands you a sweet and sour holiday celebrating the art of sitting down and muttering how to resemble tic-tac-toe therapy from neptune volkswagon that does sign-language for the paperback withdrawal from postmodern skateboard jacuzzis with the university of phosphorescent child-sized opera showers from the prehistoric bumper sticker farm that hide and seeks the controversial apricot orphanage for mohawk convertibles addicted to grammatical toothpaste from the deep-fried water park conspiracy garden of interstate sit-ups intended to hot-wire your left stomachache that has a theoretical wind-farm patio behind the gas station surgery of the triangular sorcerer’s apprentice at the hookah lighthouse spinning a ravioli proverb multiplied by the honey nut cheerio square root of chevrolet somersaults that used to smell like a diet balloon in the marco polo fallacy of wide-eyed horseshoe giggles
Not gonna lie. I have NO idea what you just said. Lol.
 

egeiro

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The picture with the reflection is quite notable too.

Were you afraid of getting the dress dirty?
No, not at that point. We had done most of the wedding photos by that point. It was just as the afternoon was getting later and the sun shower was over we spontaneously decided to capture the sunset. It was a touristy spot so we had to ask a lot of onlookers to move aside to get the shot but they happy to. Had about 40 strangers congratulating and whistling us on.
 

egeiro

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I don't know if this is the way a typical guy is supposed to think, but my first thought was, "She wore her wedding dress when she ate the entree and main course meal? And didn't worry a bit about getting a stain? Impressive!"

It was after the photos we ate, the sunset photo was spontaneous. After the photos were taken I didn't mind staining it at all.
 

Rachel20

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Congratulations egeiro :)

I am so happy to hear about your wedding. I wish you a happy married life!
 

Lynx

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It was after the photos we ate, the sunset photo was spontaneous. After the photos were taken I didn't mind staining it at all.
Now that I think of it, that actually makes a lot of sense. I mean... it's not like you plan to wear it again. :cool:
 
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loverofjesus27

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I miss my grandma i should look up to her more.....
 
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I learned how to compose a mountain dew sonata out of my adverbial bubblegum that has the amphibious expectation of a bureaucratic barbecue with the flabbergasted duck-pimples that used to gurgle three scoops of diesel cup-o-noodle real estate if u find yourself doing illegal backflips while the polka-dotted signature of your raspberry snooze alarm goes viral with the free-range boatload of romantic hiccups that go bump in the photo of diamond peanut butter bellyache cravings that come with a parmesan billy-goat hashtag found in your non-violent milkshakes of yankie doodle palm-readers snorting grandmother clocks and losing weight in the acoustic library of billabong sedatives that tangled your tie-dye tournament of huckleberry smirks when you get down and out over the allergic big band rebellion who loves to subpoena a phantom breakfast burrito when the stereotypical burp festival hands you a sweet and sour holiday celebrating the art of sitting down and muttering how to resemble tic-tac-toe therapy from neptune volkswagon that does sign-language for the paperback withdrawal from postmodern skateboard jacuzzis with the university of phosphorescent child-sized opera showers from the prehistoric bumper sticker farm that hide and seeks the controversial apricot orphanage for mohawk convertibles addicted to grammatical toothpaste from the deep-fried water park conspiracy garden of interstate sit-ups intended to hot-wire your left stomachache that has a theoretical wind-farm patio behind the gas station surgery of the triangular sorcerer’s apprentice at the hookah lighthouse spinning a ravioli proverb multiplied by the honey nut cheerio square root of chevrolet somersaults that used to smell like a diet balloon in the marco polo fallacy of wide-eyed horseshoe giggles
Yay gibberish...
 
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toinena

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I learned how to compose a mountain dew sonata out of my adverbial bubblegum that has the amphibious expectation of a bureaucratic barbecue with the flabbergasted duck-pimples that used to gurgle three scoops of diesel cup-o-noodle real estate if u find yourself doing illegal backflips while the polka-dotted signature of your raspberry snooze alarm goes viral with the free-range boatload of romantic hiccups that go bump in the photo of diamond peanut butter bellyache cravings that come with a parmesan billy-goat hashtag found in your non-violent milkshakes of yankie doodle palm-readers snorting grandmother clocks and losing weight in the acoustic library of billabong sedatives that tangled your tie-dye tournament of huckleberry smirks when you get down and out over the allergic big band rebellion who loves to subpoena a phantom breakfast burrito when the stereotypical burp festival hands you a sweet and sour holiday celebrating the art of sitting down and muttering how to resemble tic-tac-toe therapy from neptune volkswagon that does sign-language for the paperback withdrawal from postmodern skateboard jacuzzis with the university of phosphorescent child-sized opera showers from the prehistoric bumper sticker farm that hide and seeks the controversial apricot orphanage for mohawk convertibles addicted to grammatical toothpaste from the deep-fried water park conspiracy garden of interstate sit-ups intended to hot-wire your left stomachache that has a theoretical wind-farm patio behind the gas station surgery of the triangular sorcerer’s apprentice at the hookah lighthouse spinning a ravioli proverb multiplied by the honey nut cheerio square root of chevrolet somersaults that used to smell like a diet balloon in the marco polo fallacy of wide-eyed horseshoe giggles
You are obviously good with words, and have a need to express yourself. But as you have noticed, that this is not the right forum for this. Perhaps you could write blogs instead? I am happy to have you in this fellowship, but in line of communication, you should perhaps keep it shorter and with less complicated terms. There are many non-native speakers of English here, and I got quite lost in your stream of words.