Katie Gouthro. ⚓

Ross is posting from Hitler’s Eagles Nest and there is a foot of snow on the ground while still actively snowing. It’s May. I 1000% took for granted the most beautiful fucking summer weather we had at the end of September. I’ve only ever seen shitty weather in their posts since.

This may just be the saddest thing I have ever read in my life, second to his worlds shortest obituary. *googles how far the funeral home is from Falmouth.* wcvb.com/article/public…

the struggle of having friends.

and Beverly. 🙋🏻‍♀️

Casually starting the book I just finished over again like I didn’t pack five books for seven days in the Cape.

Immediately books a Martha’s Vineyard ferry the second I get to Falmouth tomorrow.

I set a record amount of reminders that when they finally go off, I have no fucking idea what it means and it drives me nuts when I can’t remember. 😂

Anxiety canceled my gym class earlier but at least I got movement in. 🙂

but thank you to the girl next to me who didn’t care that her date ruined the last 90min of everyone’s experience.

I’m sorry but if my husband/boyfriend/partner started snoring so loud they ruined the movie, I would quite literally drag him by his dick out of the theater. (Granted I also wouldn’t bring him to the Devil Wears Prada on a Sunday night, this is why I enjoy the movies alone.)

Cambree has an Instagram for all of three seconds and she’s sending me millennial memes. I cannot.

Sunday drive up 127. 👌🏽🌊 makes me want to run another half marathon.

This is how we say Happy Mother’s Day in our house. (Drewie scored a goal, he gets the donuts.⚽️)

Not me realizing seven hours til first pitch of the summer that I have no fucking clue where my softball bag is.

Happy V-E Day. ♥️

💘📝📬💭

♥️🩸

Driving through Lynn makes me so sad, I don’t recognize anything. I still picture it how I saw it in the nineties.

ok. that’s it. i admit it. i am head over fucking heals and a half in love with jordan davis. that’s the truth.