hey man
18. strugglin' fashionista. NYC bound.
I wish I knew how to do something with my feelings besides run from them. Instead I’m really good at listening to the weeknd, pretending my feelings don’t exist and burning the bridges that once meant so much to me. I’m turning into something I never wanted to be when it came to feelings…a girl. But once again I’ll be the same old song and just go into hiding because God forbid I have a CRUSH on someone without running.
I wish I was a robot
I don’t know who I think I am catching feelings but this is so unlike me I’m disgusted. I barely had feelings like this for my ex I just pretended because I thought I should and I felt like I’d be committing a crime breaking up with a soldier. Here I am actually being human and I wanna throw up. I don’t know why I feel such a connection but this has to stop. Pronto.
FOUND ON FRIDAY
We dug around our favorite vintage and antique stores in New York City and bought all of the photos that prove just how lovely and fabulous this world of ours really is. Enjoy!
“New York: The way it was”
Flatiron, 1903.
Herald Square, 1895.
Statue of Liberty, 1930.
Midtown, 1931.
