Gave myself too many chances

don’t think i didn’t notice

concept: 90s. New York City. cocktails with friends after work on a friday night dressed in gucci fw 1995

life gets a whooooole lot more beautiful once you start living for yourself and accept the fact that you can’t please everyone

I just want to be the prettiest, healthiest and best version of myself, that’s all

how to stop endlessly analyzing your own behavior as if you were a scientific experiment

I want to explore old abandoned homes with creaky floors and broken windows with you.

u all gonna die

“what will your kids think of that tattoo?” my kids aren’t going to give 2 shits because i’m not going to raise them to be a judgmental asshole like yours did