[ostrich from mary lou on elroy’s dashboard. m. olson. september 25, 2006.]
this little guy used to sit on the dashboard of my neon. then my neon and it’s transmission stopped talking and haven’t since reconciled. now i have no cute shelf on my dashboard and my ostrich sits on a shelf in my room instead. also: the road seen out the windshield is now a four lane intersection with target, lowes, kohl’s and some other random retail garb on the right and a jillion-square foot supermarket on the left. ahhh, prog[re]gress!
(via thomthehero)
want this picnic! [and could potentially have, as the record player seen here is the record player i own. yessssss.]
thepublics:let them sing it for you. do it. now.
uhh… awesome? (y/y)
this is the best. ever.
[i used to live here. melissa olson. november 2009.]
this is the bedroom i lived in from 7th grade until my sophomore year of college at my parent’s [now] old house. it used to be chartreuse and california blue. i didn’t even know it had been painted until 2 weeks after the fact. it’s a very strange feeling to walk into that house by myself now. i don’t know if i’ll be able to do it again.