Pro Wedding Revenge

I’m a photographer, and was working with a super sweet couple. Everything was normal up until the cocktail hour. My partner and I were setting stuff up for the reception, and the groom comes up to us and asks the DJ if he can play a video for his wife. We assume it’s some cute slideshow or something.

Toasts happen, then the video starts to play. Turns out the bride was sleeping with the best man, and the video was from a PI. The whole room went silent. Bride runs out, best man goes to follow her, groom’s father punches best man out.

Everyone else ended up staying and having a great party. Super nice people, I ended up shooting the groom’s second wedding.

I asked him why we went though with it, apparently they had a prenup. At the time of divorce, if adultery could be proven, the offending party owed the other 15k.

Everything
seems so goddamn untrue
but how could I ever
stop loving you
when there’s this
itch in my chest
and this
hitch in my breath
caused
by whatever you do.
—  // poetry
j.d.m.
After meeting you I just don’t think there will be any other. A part of me will never be whole again. I picked up your habits, good and bad. Phrases you said became a part of me and I find myself using them in sentences. I memorized the lyrics of all your favorite songs and I catch myself singing them randomly. I smell of your scent every once in a while and I cannot help but wonder where you are, and if you are thinking of me as well. I close my eyes and all I see is you. You are in every part of me, consuming me.

I am tired of being ashamed of my body. I feel like my arms are as thick as tree trunks, and when I look at my stomach, I see unwanted rolling hills. I am so exhausted, constantly pinching and pulling at my body. Fat shouldn’t be the characterizing factor of a human being. Kindness should be. I want to be someone with a good heart. Intelligence should be. I want to inspire people with my thirst for knowledge. Love should be. Because what is life without love? Nothing. So if I am fat but I’m kind, intelligent, and loving, is that really so bad? There is so much more to humans than their physicality. Remember that being a good person is so much more important than forcing your body to conform to societal standards.

Beauty is internal. And you are so beautiful.

—  Excerpt from a book I’ll never write
Wet Hair and Other Casual Oddities

The new girl came from somewhere near the sea, you hear. She’s not the first. A lot of students from costal areas seem drawn to the school. You think maybe it’s because the sea is, in and of itself, a very thin and in between sort of place where They go unnoticed.

Someone living with magic all their life would be drawn in by EU.

You meet her on a Saturday morning. Her hair is wet. You assume from a shower. Her eyes are piercing and intelligent and she smiles at you through tight lips and you almost feel discomfort but she’s so pretty and you relax unthinkingly.

A few students sneak out for a late night swim in the lake. They’re idiots, and no one is surprised when they don’t come back.

The girl seems a bit more plump when you next see her. Her hair is still wet.

You begin to notice.

She doesn’t touch iron. Never.

She seems intrigued but disinterested in most things, and always carries a large water bottle.

It isn’t until you see the sea weed clinging to her hair that it clicks.

When you look out your window that night you see a horse standing in the rain, seemingly waiting for something. You close your blinds and begin wearing more iron to the classes you share with her.

[x]