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
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
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
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
Shoutout to really living . . . I sat down and wrote a really long blogpost about dying and feelings and I just held down the delete button and watched it all slowly disappear, because that’s not the point of this at all. Long story short, I saw someone dead
I’ve been lonely lately, something that I think a lot of us feel at some point in our lives, or honestly, a lot of points. I’ve felt off lately. People have been asking every day how Rome is, and completing the conversation with something like “Ugh, so jealous,” making me angry
I felt the urge to write tonight. But then I thought to myself “No! You have no major life event to talk about! What would people want to read about?” And then I thought to myself “What the actual fuck Lindsey, it’s your personal blog about your own life that
