This is what happens when I drink vodka.

I love you, and I miss you. And I don’t even know who you are.

I’ve felt this way before. Sort the clutter, man the chaos, recognize the longing that’s been there since you were old enough to recognize emptiness (all around you).

Persevere. Be strong. That’s all you’ve ever needed.

Most days you aren’t hopeful, but you at least wonder what’s to come.

Hair – pictures first

This is my hair on its own, wild and weird and natty, as I like to call it. Also the carrots aren’t intentionally product placed, I just eat a lot of carrots

But then, if I brush it, and don’t move or touch it, it’s so pretty:

I know you’ve seen this last one already, I just like it *angel halo emoji*

I’m working on Chapter Two: Hair, I really am

~Cassie

Pleasing authors

I keep this running list in my wallet (so i know where it is) but i was like why don’t I have this written down elsewhere? So, here we go, these are the greatest authors, to me, personally. Keep in mind that greatest is a tier. Also please forgive me, I’m about to look douchey and elitist, i know how many of them are the bad thing (dead white guys).

1) Thomas Hardy

2) EM Forrester

3) Oscar Wilde

4) Jean Rhys

5) Zadie Smith

6) Henry James

7) F Scott Fitzgerald

8) Ford Maddox Ford

9) Djuna Barnes

10) Truman Capote

11) Chimamanda Adichie

12) Chuck Palaniuk

13) Graham Greene

14) Mary Shelley

15) Junot Diaz

Everything I’ve ever read from all of them has been pleasing. In case you needed any recommendations. Lord knows I’d be all over it.

~Cassie