imagine your OTP kissing in the rain.
as a rule I don’t even care about ~imagine your otp~ posts except that a notification of this post popped up on my twitter feed while I was reading twitter and walking and then I did and I made this face
for like three blocks
roommate got champagne so ~VICTORY MIMOSAS~
in bed with wine and chocolates and a ufo documentary i’m the best date ever
it’s snowy and cold and I’m vacillating between extreme anxiety and sadness and being sort of okay so I’m battling the wilds of Craigslist job postings in order to make myself feel moderately useful
safely ensconced in Brooklyn with a lovely hostess/flatmate and glow in the dark space bedding, so like. things are okay. everything’s very surreal and I’m very disoriented trying to adjust but. it’s okay.
courtesy of gamble endquestionmark this is possibly the greatest and most indicative photo of me ever taken
pop punk happening to jo plenilune
no reblogs if ur not jo ♥
i may have slid down the wall of a moving subway car bc of the lyrics to ‘this is gospel’, forgetting momentarily that gamble was connected to me by the other earbud and thus had to sort of bend over carefully
important indicative t-shirts my best friend sent me for Christmas
kentucky bourbon ale and x-files christmasoween. what a good.
skypeing with my family and… an alligator.
portrait of the blogger with MILKSHAKE FULL OF CARAMEL VODKA