I 💔 West Virginia. Not hate. Heartbreak. Big difference. This is for everybody who moved away and still gets weird when they smell woodsmoke in October, and for everybody who stayed and watched the main street turn into three vape shops and a payday loan place. The state is gorgeous and it will absolutely gut you.
It's the roads that are 90 percent curve, the deer that treat your front bumper like a dare, the pepperoni roll you can't get anywhere else and nobody outside the state believes is real, and a football Saturday that ends with a couch fire and a group text apology. You love it. It never calls. Classic toxic situationship with a mountain range.
Cut soft, built to survive the washer, and comfortable enough for a tailgate, a long drive home, or a Sunday where you do absolutely nothing. Holds its shape and its color, so the only thing falling apart is you every time somebody mentions the hills.
