i’m presently writing about sparkles on the FW14 runways, so if you need me i’ll be punching myself in the face for the rest of ever over here while drying my tears with my journalism degree.
My first day of sixth grade I wore a crew neck, heather grey CK sweatshirt that was a knock off I bought off the street in NYC the summer before while visiting family in Philly. Its inauthenticity did not stop me from feeling like a million bucks that September. To this day during the year’s cooler months, I rock the shit out of heather grey crew necks because they still make me feel exactly the same way.
“There are two ways to reach me: by way of kisses or by way of the imagination. But there is a hierarchy: the kisses alone don’t work.”
Anaïs Nin, letting everyone know.
i’ll see you in a month. tell my alumni town of eugene i’ll be seeing her, too.
one of my nearest and dearest is getting married to a truly terrific guy, and i cannot wait to spend a week in the pacific northwest summer.
mad dark vibes in the dead of summer— yes and always.
that strap would look BA on a fender jazz bass that’s presently strapless and four feet away from me right now.
(Source: fuckhealth, via backtothegypsyy)