I'm Monica. 20 years young. I am the beachcomber.
Do you see me standing there?
The cool breeze blowing through my locks
The crunch of the white sand, soft beneath my feet.
In between my toes.
A light kiss from the ocean's foam saying "I love you."
The sun bathing me in its warm rays.
And that is how I know, this is the place I am meant to be.
But will you join me?
lostinorangecounty:
I hope Schmidt picks Elizabeth!
CHURCH!
WHEN I DONT BRING HOME A GUY AFTER A NIGHT OF DRINKING
howdoiputthisgently:
try every night
“…such a shock, a guy you’re really into turning out to be a monster.”
LOL FORESHADOWING MUCH, EMMA?!
Dylan is doing better parenting within 5 minutes of talking to Norman than Norma has in like ever
Can we just talk about the homeless man singing “Father Figure” for a second…
That is quality television
