I'm a dazzling early-mid 20something with a preference for champagne, a master's degree, and a laundry list of single white girl post grad probs. I live by Oscar Wilde's words: "The only way to atone for being occasionally a little over-dressed is by being always absolutely over-educated."
im a really affectionate person once you get past my 5 layers of shyness, awkwardness, fear, vague dislike, and loneliness
i hate when ur out of the loop and miss everything important. what do u mean they hooked up. what do u mean u have a boyfriend. what do u mean someone shot archduke ferdinand
Expectations: “I’m going to pick to buy it in a color I don’t usually wear like yellow or green…”
Reality: “Yeah, I’m going with navy because navy is life.”
Navy is life.
Literally every overly sassy text message I send could be saved in real life with the help of the smile, arm graze, boob display combo, of which there is no text equivalent.
And that’s why technology is the devil.
I went to kickboxing, sweat my ass off for 60 solid minutes, and got home just in time for a thunderstorm to roll through.
Lightning, we’re done. I. Need. To. Shower.
On another note, I highly recommend everyone who lives within a 20 mile radius of a CKO sign up yesterday.