I don’t even know how to describe my weekend. Beautiful ups and weird heartbreak and getting hardcore side-eye from some dude’s parents while I danced near him and loving friends and booty shorts and now i don’t have a soul. See you next year, Whole Earth.
I am a foolhardy and naive girl and i’m operating under the hope that if i keep talking about the music festival i’m going to in Oakland that someone will get super excited about the bands playing and we’ll go together and have an amazing weekend and be soul mates or at least lovers for a while. I wish i could say that super sad run on sentence was the result of drunk blogging….