It’s Will’s birthday, he will likely die this year
VIVIENNE WESTWOOD FW 2013
my baby brought me flowers!
on last night’s roadside of Hoarders
been really thinking these last few days about life and death and life again and like why i would want to upgrade on my current life status/relationship/dwelling or reasons not to etc, etc, etc. like you know, really like giving fully into the never ending cycle of insecure thoughts.
and like, at the end of the day, i have just settled on having so much love. and compassion for myself in giving space to create that love.
is it really worth sacrificing the truest love i’ve ever found to go off in search of the perfect future apartment, perfect career, and cushy lifestyle? or like i’m going to die and nobody is going to care that i had a trendy couch? the only person that’s going to care about my cityview apartment is the person who gets it on a deal after i hang myself in it half way through law school.
in the end, all that is going to matter is that i made really lovely things happen for the people around me and that someone came along to make me feel really truly special. i love him back.
my first bad kitchen casualty in years and the band aid solestruck sent me with my new choes #shoeaddict