the woman who sits by the window

I post therefore I am

I’ve had to kind of train myself out of that a little bit. like i haven’t posted on Instagram in ages, but sometimes I’m like oh should I Post This? like that makes something Real. If I post a picture of my face, will that be a sufficient enough reminder that I exist? What would happen if I died tomorrow? Which picture would they use for my obituary? Does it capture my free spirit and love of adventure? Do I look pretty? Would anyone care if I died? If I post a thirst trap would it make you love me? Do I exist? Am I valuable? Can you please like my selfie?

lol I think it’s like. such a weird celeb thing to be mad Taylor swifts wedding pics aren’t posted immediately. like regular (not famous or wealthy) ppl usually aren’t posting official wedding pics right away either. idk I kind of hate social media lol. if you don’t post it on Instagram, did it even happen? and it’s not even like she’s not posting them, she’s just not posting them yet lmfaooo

ugh I want to get out and do my errands before it gets toooooo hot, but I also like. don’t want to go anywhere rn.

all i've worn outside of work the past week is the linen dress i got a few weeks ago lol. it's so cute and flowy and airy and comfortable and i can't bear to put anything tight on rn.

i love being 30 years old and getting a student discount.

decided to treat myself to a pair of birkenstocks :-)) yay

got a massive watermelon at costco. cut it up and put it in the fridge. well baby now we're cooking. or not cooking. because it's too fucking hot. but we're eating good. yippee!!!

I want a salad soooo bad rn but I am Scared