attn: miss lollie, this is how we rock shirts and lacy bike shorts!
errday errday, fuck what anybody say
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Oh my god.
omg what if i never get to drive my car again and it’s officially too expensive to fix or they can’t figure out what’s not working properly to make it shift and it never shifts again or never gets the oil change i promised him last week or what if i never have to push him out of the street again and look pathetic as fuck or park next to cars that look the same or omg what if i can’t go camping in the back this summer no no no i’m freaking out
this is a start of a drawing that will eventually turn into a painting for my grandmother’s memorial service. hopefully i can get it done in time…
the lipstick
jessa is a serious style icon.
The motto! Yolo (Taken with instagram)
redneck hot tub
redneck hot tub
so i made these fuckers tonight.
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last week my girl here wrote about how she’s not sure what it means to be laura reiss anymore, and i think this weekend has really established what i feel like it means.
our friendship has seen us into entirely different ladies. from pink and orange haired teenagers with nowhere to go to spending three years turning a moldy, flooded basement into our own personal fucking dance hall. apart, disconnected, back together again, i feel like being laura reiss, for me, is being your own goddamn lady and the liberation and space that allows you to understand others experience. she’s the one with the unconditional love, the beer and the hugs, the no questions and no judgement, just understanding and moving on. she’s the one who gets that people go through fucked up shit and act weird, because who doesn’t?
watching her navigate herself has helped me fully embrace the state of my life now, of just doing what it is that i want, and rocking the shit out of it. of no excuses and no fear and being the best friend that you can and letting the rest fall into place.
today we picked out “get what ya get” tattoos. we paid $40 each to draw an image from a box. she picked mine, and i hers. the toucan on her arm and the skull on mine are the perfect symbol of the crazy, hilarious, do whatever friendship we’ve spent years working on and a solid reminder of the lady who has helped me take my own path by being so strong in hers.
it’s fine, i’m just crying because jeanine is a really inspirational woman and i am really proud of her. she’s always said she would do something big. and she is. in a couple of weeks she’ll be building trails in montana. i can’t write as beautifully as she can, but there is something about friends—-especially old ones. we have been through a lot together and i am positive that this silly bird on my shoulder will remind me not only of our friendship, but to be brave. here’s to you jeanine. i’m positive you’re going to make an impact in this world because of how much you have already impacted the people around you—-especially me. you guys, BFFs.
