Photoshoot fresh, lookin’ like wealth, I’m about to call the...
My dad is the best person.
Dad: It's not called a sun-roof anymore, it's called a moon-roof.
Me: What? Why?
Dad: I don't know, I guess for all those kids who look up at the moon when they're parked somewhere at night, doing whatever it is kids do in cars at night with their seats reclined.
Me: You mean reading bible verses?
Dad: Yes. Because God lives on the moon, so they want to see him.
I never want to build anything with my mother...
Seriously. The entire time we’re trying to build this cabinet thing using lots of dowels and such, she’s wondering why everything keeps falling apart. No matter how many times I said “use the wood glue,” she just wouldn’t. So I finally took it upon myself to use the wood glue, and shit got done properly. Seriously. WOOD GLUE. It’s there for a reason.
I just wanted this on my blog.
nedhepburn: today was directed by Sofia Coppola in that it was shit and it was 2 hours too long.
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Hello tumblr this is my nose. I typed that with my nose.
TYPE YOUR NAME: Jessica
TYPE YOUR NAME WITH YOUR ELBOW: leeeeeeeessica
TYPE YOUR NAME WITH YOUR EYES SHUT: Jessica
TYPE YOUR NAME WITH YOUR CHIN: jeesxicz
SLAM YOUR FACE ON THE KEYBOARD: y746bgt v
So I've found out what happens when I go over a...
Tears. Tears happen.
Heartbeat - Childish Gambino Just wanted this on...
torieo: Jess and I are exchanging awful 90s music videos to each other at midnight. I love this woman, holy shit.
nihaodomhan: Moment 4 Life - Nicki Minaj There...
safetyinme: Red Hot Chili Peppers - Hard To...
So there you have it ladies and gents...
As of this moment, every penny I earn is going to be hoarded away so I can move out with my man next year.
Me: Wanna hear something exciting/maybe scary?
Michael: What's that?
Me: In 2 years time, we'll be having our own little Christmas together.
Michael: I actually was thinking about that too.
Michael: And maybe making it just one year.
It then became a serious conversation where it solidified that he really was asking me to move out with him.
I need to make money, so here is a list of things...
I’ll take pictures of you, your cat, your bowl of fruit, whatever. I will seriously accept any amount of money to take pictures of anything you’d like. I can’t guarantee they’ll be fantastic, but I can guarantee that they’ll be acceptable by most standards, maybe even nice. I’ll clean your e-mail inbox. I’ll hunt for all of those sock mates...
Trying to keep exciting and important things on...
So have this gif.