breaking my twitter hiatus to show off that i went to a wes anderson exhibition today and i saw so many cool things irl i was overwhelmed and wanted to cry :’)
i always romanticise the idea of one day moving back to london and then i spend one evening there and i am grounded back in reality… talking to some girl saying she’s got cheap rent because she pays £700 a month…. i’m scared of you guys
Having a passing familiarity with the term ‘skibidi’ & yet no understanding of its true meaning—i hear its muffled call, behind the veil that separates my early 20s from the mid20s stretched out before me