Like a Pen. is a tumblelog.

What I love about being at my parents house

1. Heated towel racks. Nuff said.

2. The fact that there is a huge box of photos labelled ‘sophie’ and a tiny one labelled ‘julian’. hahahaha.

3. Looking over old photos with said brother.

4. Laughing about how fat he was.

5. Loving him.