grilled cheese thursday

grilled cheese thursday

eye. doll. idol. *let me be clear: i don’t know much about miss wendi, and i really don’t want to know. she’s NONE of my business. and i don’t trust anything i read anymore; which is exactly {and rightly so} why her husband is under...
joy is

joy is

a grilled cheese sandwich. hide nap and seek. finally scratching that itchy lust to wander. popsicles. this song over, and over, and over, and over again. and again. dreamier live version with johnny depp here {oh! my! god!} first bites. laundry fresh. dates with...