This picture was taken right before JAIME MURRAY KISSED ME.
So I went over to get a lean-in photo, and since I was dressed as Myka (twizzlers and all), I asked if we could do something Bering and Wells-y. So we did seductive face, twizzler in mouth, and what I’m thinking are some very lesbian fingers Jaime is holding up over there. Right after this photo was taken, she turned her face, and kissed me right on the cheek.
IN THAT MOMENT, THE WORLD FROZE. I SMELLED RAINBOWS AND TASTED UNICORNS. AND A HALLELUJAH CHOIR STARTED SINGING. EVERYTHING WAS BEAUTIFUL.
HER LIPS FELT SO FUCKING SOFT. I NEVER FELT SOMETHING THAT SOFT BEFORE. I FELL INTO MY FRIENDS ARMS RIGHT AFTERWARDS AND SORTA DID A HYPERVENTILATING THING.
I’m dead. I died. I’m dead. This is the ghost of Marta typing this out. Which is sorta lame because I thought my ghost would be up to cooler shenanigans than blogging, but I guess not.
BUT YEAH, I HAVE 3 WITNESSES. IT HAPPENED AND WAS UNDOUBTEDLY ONE OF THE GREATEST MOMENTS OF MY LIFE.
"I know it is the longest shot in the history of longshots, but heavens to giraffe princesses, I am so tired of watching Jaime Murray make out with every sci-fi/fantasy character who is not played by Joanne Kelly!"