Full jar of applesauce. Death proof 2007 blasting at full volume on my laptop. Chick Habit as the closing credits song. Julia Fox’s memoir on the bookshelf. I might not have clear skin, but life, for sure, can be beautiful.

i would love to smoke a blunt in the car with a curly-haired nerd from manchester, who wears glasses and changes his band’s name every week (his name is matty healy).

i steal yellow coloured pencils

took a boiling hot shower. applied beauty body milk by l’occitane that smells like fresh grass. did my skin care. lit a candle. got into bed. opened a can of vanilla coke. put a challengers soundtrack on. now i’m gonna read a vogue edited by marc jacobs. good night!

lip combo

men look much better with 90s liam gallagher haircut

i need a new smoking winter jacket and a new smoking techno/radiohead playlist asap

how to fold wired headphones so that they don't break after four months?

in my head those events are friends

my first ever real obsession was alexander mcqueen shoes in lady gaga’s bad romance music video. i recall spending nights, as a kid, dreaming about those monstrous heels, i would trade my very soul to the devil just to get a chance to put them on for a few minutes.

at thirteen years old, seeing how a british twink with dark curls got shot in the stomach while robbing a shop with his friends and gf was sorta spiritual experience