parlez vous francais? non, but i do speak wine, and it’s telling me to be its girlfriend. i say yes! i also say yes to paris night, which is in so many words, watching midnight in paris with nate, eating duck rillette, drinking this lovely vin and probably passing out at like eleven. woooo0o friday!
Tea has not the arrogance of wine, the self-consciousness of coffee, nor the simpering innocence of cocoa. There is a subtle charm in the taste of tea, which makes it irresistible and capable of idealization.
GPOY drunk at my boyfriend’s house edition
you want me to do what? climb on teetery ladders and re-organize shoe stock? this is the face i’m giving you, signifying that i am unhappy about this.
bitch, i have wine. everything is now a-okay.
highlights of today: getting mean-mugged by at least three babies and my rowdy neighbors
“I LOOOOVE THE CANNUUUCKS TEQUILAAA!!!!!!”
what’s up tumblr?! i’m drunk as hell.
i think riesling and i are soulmates. that doesn’t make sense but i don’t mind so much.
(via energyflow)
drinking wine + watching old school. i can’t think of many more stellar ways to spend a friday night. :D
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