classic ♥ soft spoken ♥ sensitive ♥ old fashioned ♥ a girly girl
I wanna be call girl meets Park Avenue.
I've been dating since I was fifteen. I'm exhausted. Where is he?
After careful consideration, I have decided that this is the year I am getting married.
I promise I won't become one of those mothers who can only talk about diaper genies.
I curse the day you were born!
I'm sweet, romantic and traditional.
I'm a bit prissy and naive, and I won't settle for less than a picture perfect life.
Charlotte: Nobody gets everything they want! Look at you. Look at Miranda.
You're good people, and you two both got shafted.
I'm so happy and... Something bad is going to happen.
Carrie: Sweetie, you shit your pants this year. I think you're done.
Carrie: The only thing harder than choosing a spot for your wedding when you hate weddings
is choosing a wedding gift for your friend who hates weddings.
Charlotte: What about a guest book?
Carrie: There's gonna be like eight of us there. There's no one to keep track of.
Charlotte: [holds up heart shaped dish] This is pretty!
Samantha: Oh, she'll hate that. Too domestic.
Carrie: And too bridey.
Samantha: Yeah, let's try not to piss her off.
Charlotte: Maybe we should just buy her a stapler, wrap it in brown paper and just smear some dog poo on it! Think she'd be comfortable with that?
Carrie: Fine. We'll get the dish.
Those flowers were ment to say 'I'm sorry we love you' not 'your dead let's disco.'
I keep hearing all these stories about people getting pregnant just looking at each other. I do it on my head, on my side, on my back, on the top, on the bottom, on the top then the bottom. Do you know how many times Trey and I have done it without a condom? 73! Have you any idea how much perfectly fine semen that is?