A twenty-something girl's take on the world.

Too old to know better & too young to give a damn.

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Spilt wine is no joke.

Messy Marv strikes again & the struggle is real.

There is honestly no worse feeling than spilling a full glass of wine. 

I’m not talking about the mess, either – I just hate wasting wine.

Someone, somewhere, would’ve loved to have that glass of liquid love.

On the flip side, I managed to save a third of it (cue the clapping.)

I hope you can all forgive me.

Until next time xo