Monica, 21. Northern California. College. I work in a coffee shop. Emmit.
that awkward moment when you reblog something you didn’t mean to reblog and you stress to delete it before anyone sees it
A lot of my dream world and a bit of reality lately is circulated around the fear of my teeth falling out.
Talking about this cafe in Chico:
"This place was like Summer Thymes but on asteroids."
"Dad. You mean steroids."
"No this place was like asteroids."