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 went to Cinque Terre for 36 hours. Here’s what went down. . . The trip started off with us realizing that we waited until the last day to book our train tickets and frantically making our friend go to the train station at 8 in the morning to try
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
Trying to take over the world, one thank you letter at a time . . . I had just turned 19. I switched my major from engineering to design and I was as lost as they come. Things somehow worked out for me, so I’m hoping the story of how
How ironic, me writing a blogpost about moving on, when I’m the least capable of doing so. . . Nevertheless, let’s get real. Strangely this picture was taken during a considerably dark time in my life this year. WHAT?! Lindsey, are you saying your glamorous pictures of you dancing on
