i have never read or seen eloise but that didn't stop me from saying "this must have been how eloise felt" every time i put on a cute outfit and walked my giant dog through the fancy hotel lobby
me during the 167 hours a week i am not in therapy: life is pain existence is a prison i will never recover i am doomed there is no point there is no purpose i am the oldest 27 year old alive it’s over
me during the 1 hour a week i am in therapy: in my chex mix era #chexmixera
i don't know if it was the 10 hour car ride or the late in life red bull addiction but i did get so upset about not getting the last sip that i demanded it be baby birded into my mouth
i didn't check the background of my insta story before i posted it but it's been up for 21 hours now and no one's said anything so at least my beauty is distracting
accidentally lost all sense of self complaining to my mother that i accidentally double booked a boca trip over my tickets to a newport polo match.... i need to recalibrate in a grimy dive bar asap
i do actually love living in a time where i can post a picture of myself online and wake up to messages from a bunch of loose acquaintances telling me how pretty i am i do actually find it to be a lot of fun