You were so fun before you got a boyfriend. Now you have a jogging regimen and good skin, but we miss you. I mean, he’s cute and he has that dirty skater look that you love and he treats you well, but why can’t you drink anymore? Why are you going home already? Isn’t he comfortable around us? You introduced him to everybody. He even got us drinks. I guess maybe we talked about 2008 a bit too long. He hadn’t moved to New York yet, true, but we were just telling him how it was. I can’t believe you dyed your hair back to brown. You wear sweaters now. You’re on the phone all the time. Texting. It’s great that you get along with his friends but I thought you hated ‘house’? Are our phone calls gonna taper off? Are you gonna go on vacations now? We miss you. It’s Lindsey’s birthday on Friday and we’re hosting and we have a bottle. Come get crazy. I know you’re 25. It’s only one year older than 24. Don’t let your age interfere with your life. We miss you. We really do.

by Brongues (lastnightsparty.tv)

hedonist, by art of kinetik

for the ladies, loving the contrast (all picture from streetfsn.com)