bawling my face off along to ‘Stay Free’, by the Clash, because: feelings.
this is one of the good signs.
I’m about to get so coherent.
so all the moving/hysteria will quiet by the end of the week. and I’ve got words to write, stock to list and people to love. plus there’s the zine catalogue. and these dresses I have in my head. and All the Ideas. and things to glitter.
collaborate // heartbreak // yes, please
novelty camera takes photos from THE PAST.
like, confusingly happy
creating so hard
and making sense
so my idea began with green knicker shorts … and ended with Link’s made-up, glittercore, pimp/superhero daughter.
nathania: why would anyone work at American Apparel?
you can live of chocolate soy milk and falafels, right?
because that’s all I’m eating for the rest of forever.
that, and gin and strawberries and those heart lollies with the dumb phrases on them.
been lusting over Other People’s bikes all day. and planning an EPIC POST. and my tattoo. and this mad zine. and rearranging my room. and finding Gimlet’s taste in music. and—oh yeah—that uni work thing.
the kind of love you can buy with strawberries and sunshine.
starting to think he’s smarter than me. also a better singer.