watched Factory Girl, about Edie Sedgwick and her insane life as Andy Warhol’s muse, setting the fashion world on fire, dating folk rock singer Billy Quinn (aka Bob Dylan), escaping her fucked up family and the tragic end to her drug-fueled lifestyle
last night we went on an adventure from starbucks to a backyard bonfire where we were greeted with baileys, hot cocoa, watermelon slices, roasted marshmallows and ridiculous amounts of jello shots. love it when ppl remember me from past parties, makes for some funny stories.
then we ditched and had a photo op in an empty parking lot and somehow made it to a friend’s house to crash



