I’ve got that summertime, summertime sadness.
I’d rather wear flowers in my hair than diamonds around my neck.
The nursery was out of spaghetti squash plants and seeds so one of the women who works there was kind enough to sell me some from her own stash. Will be planting tomorrow!
It’s you that I adore, though I make the boys fall like dominoes.
Ask for selfies, receive selfies. You’re welcome, anon.
Arms are finally starting to look decent in tank tops. Getting that awkward spot in between the tea cup and the Indian filled in on Monday.
Let’s get swolt, brah.
Will you still love me when I’m no longer young and beautiful?
“Pretty girls don’t eat.”