One of my new favorite things to do besides scroll through TikTok for three hours straight is add sweatsuits to my cart only to not buy them. As WFH and loungewear is now the new 2020 norm, I figured I’d share some loungewear brands that have been catching my eye
I think this topic could be made into a book if I’m being honest, but for the sake of all our time, I’m breaking it into two sections.Section 1: Finally working up the courage to move/finding a home. Section 2: Getting chewed-up and then spit out by NY a month later- won’t touch on
I’m just going to start this off by saying never eat buffalo chicken pizza at 3 am to try and prevent a hangover. It’ll make things worse.WELCOME BACK TO WHAT WENT DOWN! The series where I write vague, step-by-step timelines of what I did in different countries/cities/let’s be real, bars. I mainly
To the week of runny noses and running to pubs . . . HOW DID I NOT POST ABOUT MUNICH?!?! I’m actually not surprised at all. I was dead for half of this trip and frostbitten for the other half, but for memories sake, LET’S BEGIN. I started off being sick
It’s almost 2018, it’s about time love letters become visual. I feel like I almost have so much to say about this year that it’s a struggle to try and find the right words to actually put down and compile into a blogpost. This post is dedicated to the year
New York is no longer the city that doesn’t sleep . . . It’s 3am and I’m in bed writing a blogpost. Mainly because I don’t want to forget a single thing about Budapest but also because my sleep schedule is the most messed up thing you’ll ever come across.
How many crepes were actually eaten? One will never know. Welcome back to the What Went Down series, where I specifically lay out what happened to me in a foreign country and people who don’t really care still read about it for some reason. PARIS. A childhood dream since I
Because we all need to eat cucumbers and do yoga here and there. . . Here’s the cheesy as fuck moment. We were on a train going through Switzerland and we were passing these random cottages on open prairies and mountains consumed in fog. Long story short I was listening
To that one weekend where we sat on rooftops and cried in bed hugging. I WENT TO FRANCE. This trip was pretty spontaneous. Laura sat on Mariah’s bed next to mine and said “We’re booking a trip to Nice, wanna come?” So I checked my bank account and said, my
I’M ALREADY FORGETTING SMALL BUT FUNNY THINGS THAT HAPPENED HERE SO THIS IS FOR THAT ONE DAY WHEN I’M 30 SOMETHING AND I WANT TO REMEMBER WHAT WENT DOWN IN LONDON. Woke up at 3 am, got a taxi Laughed with driver about 70’s rock music, got the ride for
Because the world could always use more romantics, right? This post goes out to all the heart on the sleeve peeps. The risky texters. The love letter writers. The hopeless romantics. Your time shall come. At least I hope so. I was catching up with a friend about life yesterday
Why does it seem like 3 year old me knew what was up more than I do now? I’m taking a break. I think breaks are good. Is this what watching 10 hours of Black Mirror does to you? Probably. I think I post a lot about things that would
