you know what i realized. maybe i’m a leslie knope. maybe i won’t meet my ben wyatt for like another ten years.
you want to know why? because if i met him now, he’d be the mayor of fucking ice town and i can’t handle that shit.
but when i meet him, he’ll be ben. he’ll be sweet and kind and geeky and have a slammin’ booty. it’s a long way away, but that’s okay.