It’s time for vacation when

You cry at dinner for no real reason.

Retreating in Virginia.

(Reblogged from kateoplis)
(Reblogged from inquiries0fatwenty-something)

This is the only thing I have in my hotel room resembling a snack. And absurdly, there is no vending machine on my floor. I’m eating these Bloks and pretending they’re Gushers.