*fully embraces wine mom culture at age 19*
i aspire to get to that level of hot where my hair looks like shit and i smell like black coffee and yesterday’s eyeliner is smudged under my eyes but i still look fine as hell
Pulp Fiction - 1994
I want to get back,
Back to where I can sleep at night.
I made bank today. And did great service?
Remember when I was like “can’t wait to run this half marathon so I never have to do it again” I legit just went for my first post-race run And it’s been a month