Sometimes, life is shit. And when life is shitty we then proceed to feel shitty ourselves, and it’s basically a snowball effect that results in a big, toxic pile of bad feelings, self-doubt, regret, remorse, etc.
There’s a weird sense of irony that New York possesses. I’ve always dreamed of living here; it always seemed that the grass (or concrete, rather) was so much better up here.
When you come to know something its starts off feeling so big
last week (i believe), i did a post called "reflections and musings"
as many of us know, being young carries its own load of difficulties
So, you’re bad at writing.
Harriet and Alyssa have proven that love truly does conquer all boundaries- even when you're oceans apart.
“Hi Mom and Dad, it’s me, Christine. It’s the name you gave me. It’s a good one. Dad, this is more for Mom.
Vintage clothing: all cool art folks need it (at least if you want to fulfill the cool coffee-shop-going, art-school-attending aesthetic). Over the last year or so, as my bank account decreased and my interest in secondhand clothing increased, I’ve developed quite the appreciation for vintage clothing.
