Ever since I was a little kid the concept of taking a man’s (or anyone’s) last name has been so repugnant to me I cannot believe people actually do it and do it without any hesitation
it never stops making my heart twinkle how the best things happen to me when i am brave, when i do what i don’t want to do, when i give up something (my peace, my comfort, my time), when i go against “common” advice, when i trust myself and my appetite for risk/change