the problem is I like my room messy

okay, so. the problem is I like my room messy. like… really messy sometimes. not dirty. just messy. there’s a difference. at least that’s what I tell myself.

new york in my head

it’s 2 a.m. and i’m thinking about new york again. i think i’ve technically been to new york hundreds of times. just never in real life.

before the Birkin, there was her basket

i just found out that jane birkin used to carry a basket everywhere. and i don't know why, but i love this so much. like, before there was the birkin bag, there was literally just jane birkin walking around with a little wicker basket, putting her things in it and somehow looking effortlessly cool.

the feminine urge to wear blue eyeshadow

i have a very specific weakness for blue eyeshadow in old movies. i don't know what it is. it just looks so pretty. a little dramatic, a little tacky, sometimes completely unnecessary, and yet i love it.

cool girl monologue

"Nick and Amy will be gone, but then we never really existed.

I wish my boobs are small enough to wear this outfit

lately, i’ve been obsessed with one very specific y2k outfit: low-rise jeans and a henley top. i think one tree hill is to blame. everyone in that show wears some version of it, and suddenly i’m like, "wait… i want to dress like that too."