topheriskris:

#atlanta #coffee (Taken with Instagram at Dr. Bombay’s Underwater Tea Party)

Wait, there’s a place called “Dr. Bombay’s Underwater Tea Party” in Atlanta. 

And better yet, Kris, what the hell are you doing there without me??

topheriskris:

Jimjams and me post skydive. We’re waiting for someone to de-harness us. 

My skydiver was the coolest person at Skydiving Georgia. Not only did he tell me about the tiny rainbows under us when we’re over clouds, he reminded me of George Carlin, and a pretty much overall friendly badass. He was wearing a homemade tie-dyed shirt, goddamnit, a man in a tie-dyed shirt was strapped to my back and we jumped off a plane.  

Skydiving was such a thrill ride and would absolutely do it again if I had a chance. Get on a plane and motherfucking JUMP. 

You jump, I jump Jack. Now taking applications for skydiving partners.

topheriskris:

When a copywriter doesn’t have anything to write. 

She’ll find nothing to write about. Zing! HA! Did you see what I did there! 

HA I C WHAT YOU DID THERE GURL.

topheriskris:

We are one. Grace and I knew exactly what to call my dinosaur… and it blew our fucking minds. There is no proper gif to illustrate what I’m feeling. 

Kristina + Grace 4 EVA

True story.

(Source: topherandace)

Kris and I can talk about nothing and everything. 

I miss Kris. If we did work together (again), we’d never get any work done. 

No one ever grows up wanting to be in advertising. 

(Source: topherandace, via topheriskris)

It was a long day, so Kris screencapped it.

topheriskris:

If you ever see me talking while driving, it’s not because I’m chatting with a friend, I’m ordering food.

My phone book is filled with numbers to personal shoppers at Nordstrom’s and Ralph Lauren. 

I don’t talk to them much anymore.