mariisalas:
marisol chuckled, grabbing the pillow from the floor and tossing it back at her — a little harder than she meant to. she wasn’t a heavy drinker herself which gave her the chance to do one of her favorite things, watch her hungover friends try their best to get their lives back together. “the sunlight is your friend, rosie. stop whining.” she added, walking over to where the girl was sitting and handing her a water bottle.
rosie rolled over and pouted to her friends as she shook her head. “ugh, not today with a million little men in my head with sledgehammers.”


















