so, the other night, i dreamed of a legit party we (us 3 of course) threw in our huge apartment with a huge garden - in South London. It was just like ones we’ve talked about, with fairy lights outside and in, couches sprawled outside in little huddles for people who just wanted to chill. there were around 200 people there, and i just remember us wearing lace outfits and prancing around like the hostesses we were born to be. Also, John Mayer was at our party and through the whole party i thought ‘i should make out with him’. and surely enough, i did, when he pulled me onto his lap to show me a record. i know.my fourth/third (not including Brody Jenner who is really just a C-list celeb.
Tease! I miss you.
