this fantastic mess.

dirty little whirlwind, i'm pinned to the heart of your swirl.


went to the beach with bre and gabby yesterday. we bought wine and sprite and made spritzers that we disguised in venti starbucks cups.

“i know this is awful, but can i just have two empty venti cups?”
“just two empty cups with lids? that’s it?”
“yeah, sorry.”

brought books to (not) read and dipped into the lake in a failed attempt to grow third arms.

it’s kind of a travesty that my first beach day of the year took place in the middle of july.

fyso, mother nature.

(and yes, i did just write ‘fyso’)


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