so one day you’re all, “well, if I was the kind of person who was looking for one of Those Rings, I would imagine myself in something modern and subtle and probably black.”

and then you inexplicably find yourself in a mall jewelry store after work on a friday night, where you were “just stopping in to get sized”, unable to put down the prettiest, sparkly-est, baby-pink-est thing you’ve ever seen.

how beautiful it is to meet new and amazing parts of yourself that you didn’t even know existed, and through the strangest of rituals at that.