a handkerchief sandwich

The boy snapping a quick photo of himself in London. My heart hurts. Nine more days.

At Dillons in Hollywood, watching the Lakers get their asses kicked.

Phil and I overlooking Los Angeles from Runyon Canyon on Muholland Dr.

He may be on a flight to Paris as I type this, but man, I cannot help but smile while looking at this photo. Spending the entiriety of last weekend with him was just what I need to get through these upcoming three weeks. It’ll be hard, but we’ll get through it.

It’s been a while, tumblr. Hello!

Brent and I at Seven Bar Lounge in downtown Los Angeles. It was— surprisingly enough— my first time there (at least that I can remember), and it was a good time.

Brent’s second (and last visit for at least a few months) came and went this weekend, and I am very, very bummed. Here’s us with our friends at Seven Bar Lounge in downtown LA.

Oh, look at my Prima Sara try and be just like me. Love ya, cousin.

I’m breaking out for, like, the second time in my life, and it is awful. Left side pictures only for a while.

See through shirt and perfect eyebrows. That was a good night.