yep, her name is Grace O'Hotterson. She's my daily proof that a) there is a god and b)you can find magical beautiful people in totally crappy places.
ZOMG our miserable story about how me met. H_F shhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh... we should make up some awesome story about how we were in Paris and bumped into each other wearing matching skinny grey jeans and skirted wool coats. And I turned around and spilled champagne on your Chloe boots and you accidentally burned some of my hair off with your American Spirit. It reeked of burnt hair. We laughed and were friends ever since.
She beat me to the sweetness. You have two people that think that precious person is you!
awwwck. you guys are too sweet. i would love to curl up in your palms. i wasn't fishing, i swear.....
i love your version haha. so much more glam and soigne than the actual. i still love the pictures of us in seattle though, bring on the caviar eggs! oh and crusty obnoxious punk cabdrivers s'il vous plait <33333
The divine PB&J in me, salutes the divine PB&J in you.