(Source: sketchofthepast, via lettertojane)
(Source: sketchofthepast, via lettertojane)
For like, just ten minutes, I’d like to be a 70’s housewife, in a pantsuit, cooking dinner, awakening to women’s lib, walking up to my husband and saying simply, “Herb, I don’t know who I am anymore. I’m going to Fresno for the weekend with Janice. I’ll call you.”
(Source: other-wordly)