remind myself that, even though I’m signing a year lease again in the suburbs, and even though I have an amazing, exciting, editor job, in 2-3 years I want to be in New York. Otherwise, I’m just going to keep rearranging my apartment on Sundays, reading old facebook messages from my travels, getting depressed.
Adam Scott Vogue March 2012
we can all agree this is a good thing, right?
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bjork twerkin’ that thang
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Kique I am reblogging this for you.
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Some guys get sprung by a lithe feline, but me, I like a pussy with some jiggle.
i mean, how can you not laugh?
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and this guy i had talked to ummmmm once before insulted my past taste in men, my current taste in men, and then quizzed me on books I’ve read and went “oh. I assumed you would have read it because you’re a writer.”
oh no, that’s coooooooool, let’s not do this again. i didn’t come to the city to be patronized. I mean, more than usual.
for moving into a new space and redecorating my apartment. it was only a year ago that i finally furnished my solo apt, but im excited to showcase my david lachapelle books on the coffee table, get some pillows in bright colors, and finally mount my polaroids/get up some art that i love. it’s the little things, people.
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how weird that one party was where i ended up talking to someone who was facebook chatting me up, was saved by the guy i used to hook up with, and the dude i went on to hook up with much later was playing beer pong in the kitchen. oh college. oh single life. sometimes, i miss you. other times, i like being able to text my boyfriend at 3am that i’m a terrible person. also, posting about my cat all the time is less sad when im in a relationsip
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