do you guys remember this time last year when i was balls deep in love with ernest hemingway? and i sat in dark rooms and brooded and read his books devotedly and EARNESTLY.
yeah, well, this summer—cormac MUHFUCKING mccarthy. look at him! he’s got all that rugged, american manness, brutal, edge-of-your-seat, prose that gives me goosebumps action i LIVE for. i’m reading blood meridian, and idk, fuck my plans for the next week. this book’s GOLD.
guys! soon, trent and i leave for tennessee and whatever states we can practically jump to! like GEORGIA(!!), north carolina, and alabama.
i am going to fulfill my greatest 7-year old impulses and climb rocks, ride trains, and eat as many peaches as i can fit into my hands, mouth, pockets, and luggage.
sunglasses on, hiking shoes strapped, tattoo sunscreened, and this girl is ready to rock.
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this is what i want the living room to be like. anyone want a pet turtle?
seriosly jeanine made banana bread and that is what will motivate me to shower. banana bread.
our basement molded. uh, EW? jeanine’s room is worse than mine (poor boo) and the bathroom has green baseboard. we ran out of vinigar and i feel like things are crawling on me and spores are growing up my back. my hair smells like vinigar and everything seems discusting. thank god for the AC and the shopvac. it’s too late to clean anymore, but i’m totally awake. my bed has moved significantly and i will probly have a hard time falling asleep. i have a hard time falling asleep in hotels, on floors, couches, and when i move my bed; it put’s me on edge. i’ll just think of banana bread and morning black coffee. oh gosh, coffee.
i do love that banana bread!
AND FUCK! FUCK! i dreamt about mold. i dreamt we flipped my bed over, and i was attacked by blue spores, and i woke up sweating. i’m still cleaning. we’re on our second bottle of vinegar. my mattress is upright in the room. this is terrible. this is pandemic. i texted my mom last night, pleading for helpful momma hints. she told me i will know how to take care of these messes in the future. a day we learn is a good day.
i love coming home all glowy and sweaty and flat out disgusting from 100 billion degree day bike rides into the air conditioned house.
yep, 312 caved. we’re ac-ing it. to celebrate, i will bake banana bread. and not sweat!
urban outfitters
another possibility.
the search continues.
i was admiring this dress in pink last night. lacey pockets, oh what a dream.
laura, darling, i think something about the sticky, humid basement air has fused our brains together. also, the first time i reblogged this i was logged into muh boo’s tumblr and didn’t even know. TRENT LOVES LACEY POCKETS!
i forgot to share this with you, tumblr. this is why i will live with these girls next year. this is why we take late night walks and get free pizza.
this is my house. i will always remember living here as some of the cooler years of my life. celeb shopping, trading pbr for pizza, stalking, living at the hilton because it’s fancy, dressing up in black to not steal traffic signs, and late-night talks with girl best friends who are so different than me but feel with the same depth.
yesterday i finished this novel, white noise, and i found it to be beautiful, poetic, scary, and totally awesome and amazing. to be blunt. i know some people struggle with the dialogue and how ‘unrealistic’ it is, but for me, it was easy to get immersed in the language, to totally swim in it and feel hollowed and as strange as the narrator and his family and colleagues. such a great novel, covering A TON of topics from supermarkets, to insecticides, to television, to cars, to car crashes, to academia, to pharmaceuticals.
now, onto blood meridian.
