loveyourchaos:

“I once hand made a girlfriend a 50 page leather bound book.  It was an illustrated fairy tale about a princess and an eccentric magician.  The magician had his heart broken so badly in the past that instead of keeping it in his chest where it could easily get hurt again, he kept it locked up in a rusty trunk under his bed, where it had withered into a shriveled apricot.  A lot happens that can’t really be summed up in one paragraph, but at the end, his apricot heart swells to the size of a house and they end up living happily ever after inside of it.  It took me about a month to make, it was all rhyming, hand painted… something I was pretty gosh darn proud of.  I really poured a lot into it, and I think its filled with some of my best paintings yet.  Sadly in real life the story didnt end as happy as it did in the book.  Lets just say I’m living alone in that giant apricot heart at the moment.”

How could you not marry that man immediately?