lonely blue

last weekend i hopped off the plane at lax with a dream n my wolf t shirt. i maxed out my credit card n was back in california for tropicalia.

days of youth

pictures from a day at the lake in central park

n other thoughts from the week

lost in my bedroom

i kno i promised i would blog more and usually im really good at sticking to my promises. or i hope i am. but i've been lost in the transition from los angeles to new york city. or maybe the correct term is return.

a return to the city. a return to school. a return to a preview of what it will be like when im actually Grown. a return to the second part of my life.

keeping up with the long lost kardashian // part 8: dizzy

cancer season was harsh. a lil too harsh if im being honest. it was the most i cried in a while and i felt that there was no need to write about anything. or else it was just going to be me crying. and i mean my writing is usually like that, but cancer season made it different. however, abandoning my blog so early in the summer meant abandoning it throughout the entire summer. now theres only a week left and the urge to write again is creeping upon me. so here we are, catching up once again.

boys

im a firm believer in filling the void with reassurance, attention, n validation. its why i have a tinder. i get off on swiping right on strangers who have also swiped right on me n having conversations that takes days to reply to. i mean ill even go out with some of these people. but then im ultimately left with no other option then to avoid them in my dorm elevator, dining hall, n washington square park.

keeping up with the long lost kardashian // part 7: ramblings of a dying adolescence

i feel like i've been lost with words and haven't rly shared any posts that isn't pictures. it's weird because i don't consider myself a photographer n would much rather be a writer. but i've been stuck with a block n can't think of ideas/topics or what to even SAY ! 

so let's catch up a bit for now

new york city

i guess this is some sort of a love letter to new york city. i only have 3 weeks left of this semester n i'm actually sad. it went by almost too fast n i still remember every moment from welcome week. without a doubt im glad i chose nyu and nyc because even tho i don't kno what the Fuck im doing, i think i might be in the right place. anyways this was a mini essay assigned for my writing class, but i kinda like it n wanted to share. here ya go.

doom generation

when I first started this blog, I had the intentions of being a fashion blogger. whatever that even means. I was going to talk about runways, trends, and share my own outfits that I believed were ~fashionable~ along the way, somehow that plan was lost. and after being in my fashion and globalization course for about a month, I am glad as hell that that idea is long gone.

the future

growing up sucks. 

but like seriously.

what we had

i wrote this exactly a year and five days ago at time that i decided to be more vulnerable in my writing n life. i never posted it because i never got to finish it n ill never finish it, but i wanted to share even if its no longer relevant.