For the next hour I’ll answer every single one of your extremely personal messages, even if you’re anon.
I doubt I’ll get any.
I’d like some
please, please, please???
(Source: codeine-codeine, via reed-johnson)
It needs to be July 14th.
I miss Del’s. I want to go to Providence. I want Bertucci’s. I want to go to the beach. I want to see Matt.
I never know what to say when a stranger knocks on the door.
him: are you the babysitter?
me: yes?
I miss the days when my parents bought me Old Navy 4th of July shirts
(Source: prep-prep-preppy, via stayy0ung-and-wild)

















