Leave the wine glass out and drink a toast to never.
Bermuda 1946, dresses by claire mccardell (via dovima_is_devine_II)
Later down the road it’s midnight,
people sleeping in their beds.
You’d like to come up soft on tiptoe,
put a bullet in their heads.
Go downstairs and get a sandwich,
pop and beer and turn on the news,
put your feet up, get the phone book,
call her and say, You got the blues?
I got ‘em too, hey, come on over,
no one home but me these days,
just like you, let’s burn their albums,
warm out hearts around the blaze.
Grad-versary
It’s been one year today since I put on a cap and gown, tried not to look too hungover, and walked across a stage to receive my college diploma. It was a great day! I drank margaritas with my grandma! I did it! However, the excitement of getting a free college t-shirt on grad day have worn…



