memoirs of a free spirit

i write novels in my head.

daydreaming, making up conversations i imagine us having.

things you would say

things i would say

if life could be written by me,

it would look like that. 

it’s snowing outside, i’m listening to panic! at the disco, wearing my favorite empire strikes back shirt/leggings/socks, and i’m baking!

what am i baking you ask? unicorn poop.

(Source: sierradawncrawford)

ignore the fact that i have a safety pin in my jacket. ha.

(Source: sierradawncrawford)

so i’m going through old pictures. and i found these two. one time, i was in a thrift store. i found a matching pair of figurines. of course, i obtained them, gave the alpaca to conner, and now we have some weird fetish/love/obsession with finding llamas/alpacas for each other. i hope i get to go to peru.

GPOY - diamonds, pearls, and fascinators.

at one time in my life i was a wickersham. it was so much fun.

i am a vampire i am vampire ….