Prolific thrifter, music snob, tea enthusiast, an aficionado for crafting & typography, but mostly a freelance burrito-eater who writes from a dark hole in VA while sharing her infrequent obsessions.
Mandatory awkwardly posed photo for mommy.
messyhair.
And the weather’s so breezy, man why can’t life always be this easy?
Stay gold.
You’ve got your yellow sundress on. I’m trying to write you the best song.
Mimi.
Fuck jewels, I think my soul glows bright enough
And fuck whips, I learn more when I ride the bus
And fuck gold, it’s bad enough that we fight for bucks
