my grandma and her hippie best friend from california were just reunited.
it’s so cute to hear them remincing about “that one new years eve back in the 70s” when they both blacked out from drinking too much whiskey.
"have you ever smoked hookah? its the shit"
-15 year old cousin
i miss franny already
nothing like drinking wine under the iowa night sky with my best friend.
life is weird, dude.
i spend 1/3 of my life working in a bakery,
1/3 waiting for the bus,
& 1/3 gossiping on the phone with my mom.
so happy i could throw up.
"Your handwriting. The way you walk. Which china pattern you choose. It’s all giving you away. Everything you do shows your hand. Everything is a self-portrait. Everything is a diary."
— Chuck Palahniuk (via petite—fleur)
text from cody at 2:43pm