Desperate cases of wedding boredom call for desperate bellyflops.
Awww how cu--OH GOD GET OUT OF THE TANK!
You know what floats? Corpses. I mean, cork and witches and very small rocks float too, but so do corpses...
Adorable hand shapes spelling the word 'love'? Or GANG SIGNS?! I'll let you decide.
If you can't tell because of the ocean surrounding us, I'm crying for joy right now.
One minute the tide is all like, "aww how sweet!" The next minute it's all, "BORING!" You just can't trust the ocean, I tell ya.