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Wednesday, November 23, 2016

Goodness Gracious

Goodness Gracious
Wednesday, November 23, 2016
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Thank goodness for //

Wifi when it boasts optimistic full bars
Justin for being able to handle my morning farts in bed
The blood running through my veins even if I lack it due to anemia
My mother bribing me to come home with pictures of food
Ryan Reynolds continuously taking off his shirt in Amytiville Horror
External chargers so I will never run out of juice to continuously bother Justin
Kenny, our office building's doorman, for gossiping with me whenever I get bored
Google calendar, you're clutch as fck
My dad for stocking up the house with essentials so I can steal it
My brother for his dumbass hilarious videos of himself. I now have black mail material.
Helene and Rich for reminding me that I am doomed with their son and I should find a better Jew to marry.
NJ Transit...I still hate you. Not thankful.
Kat, my singing coach, for busting out in moves so I can feel comfortable singing at the expense of her dignity
Instagram for ruining my life and getting me in trouble at dinner tables
Spotify for keeping me calm and not lose my shit whenever I am stuck underground in a subway
Trump for revealing how many people in this country who doesn't love and respect one another
My ulcer, because without it, I would be obese
Hand sanitizers and baby wipes. Yes.
Bruno Mars for coming back with a bombass album
Waking up today

Images by Georgie Hunter for Getty Entertainment

Vintage Levi Denim Jacket | Uniqlo Jogger Pant | Urban Outfitter Booties | Forge & Finish Ring




Sunday, November 20, 2016

Picking Lilies

Picking Lilies
Sunday, November 20, 2016
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Best Friends. Those two words fckin haunt me. I'm not very good at keeping them around or they are not worthy for me to keep around. Each situation's different. To each it's own. Whatever tickles their pickle. Love is a battlefield, battlefield, battlefield...

There are many levels to a true Best Friend relationship. It can range from the ones you tell your secrets and heartaches to, and do the occasional ugly drunk cries with... Then there's one at the end of the Best Friend spectrum who you bicker with like siblings, have long conversations in the shower butt ass naked with, kick your boyfriend out of your bed to make room for them (and he totally gets it because she is like a sister to him), hate people together with, share dumb ass memes with, steal your clothes and you ain't even mad kind of best friends. I've lost and gained so many of these combination of best friends within my progressive 20 something years of growing up and becoming who I am. Some were my fault and some were theirs. But hey, we all agree that's what growing up is. You win some, you lose some.

Extra shade and saltiness to the ones that did me wrong and occasionally check up on my timeline ;) Whuz gud!

Ok, petty rant over. 

But this post is really about that said best friend at the end of the spectrum. The one you call family and holds the title of "sister from another mister". The one that everyone mistaken you guys for siblings. The one that people ask about when she's not with you, because she was always with you. I've had that best friend and quite honestly, she was more of my soulmate than my actual boy soulmate (Sorry, Pizzi!). I occasionally call her my "other, other half". The third part of me. 

And then a chord had struck and our differences came to light. Now we are two adults with different points of view and values. What was considered priority to me was not to her and what her values were did not make sense to me. It's ironic how much we have grown but our own individual insecurities may have gotten engulfed into our core. And like two negative magnets we pushed each other in different directions.

We both became selfish. We both said some things we didn't mean. We both were misunderstood. 
One doesn't seem to reach out enough. The other blamed a boy. One ghosted on her way too often. The other's tough love was too much.
We both have inner demons to battle. We both have struggles that seem to compound each other. We are both frustrated and mad.

We heard your soulmate is the one that completes you. Your polar opposites that mix well with your soul chemistry. The ying to your yang that challenges you as a human being. 

I guess I was right all along. She was my other, other half. 

Images by Georgie Hunter for Getty Entertainment

Zara Pleather Jacket | Rat and Boa Dress | Nick Graham Pocket Square | Forge & Finish Ring | Urban Decay No-Tell Motel Lips | Zara Mules 










Friday, October 21, 2016

IDGAF with my RBF

IDGAF with my RBF
Friday, October 21, 2016
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Wednesday, October 19, 2016

Solar Acceptance

Solar Acceptance
Wednesday, October 19, 2016
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Photos by Mai Nguyen of (Little Mai Sunshine)

Sometimes you can catch me mutter to myself, "What is life?!" while crossing the streets of NYC. That, or a long and exaggerated, "Fuuuuuuuhk" --- which is probably more than likely.

It's ironic how I comfort people when things don't go their way saying there's a reason for everything. There's a reason why your car broke down - maybe you weren't suppose to be at a certain place at a particular time. There's a reason why a certain friend who is no longer in your life - maybe their part in your story is over. There's a reason why you got fired or didn't get the job you wanted - maybe there's a bigger path for you. But when some misfortune happens to me, I feel sorry for myself and believe it's just pure bad luck on my behalf. But damn, it's so much easier accepting the fact you have shitty luck and the world is out to get you. That's so much easier to swallow than the cliche, "If it's meant to be...", bullshit.

Or you can also do what I do and blame Mercury Retrogade for your misery. (Although sometimes it can feel like all the planets in the damn solar system is working against you). But you remembered that the world truly does not revolve around you -- which is unfortunate, 'cause why not? It's humbling to know that "it is what it is --- Shit happens and 90% of the time, there's always meaning to it. You just have to learn to accept the misfortunes and keep on moving. You'd never know what's around the corner...


God, this is such a cheesy post. Promise to be less dramatic. *faints*



 

Thursday, June 23, 2016

Azores Diary, Pt. 1 : Level Up

Azores Diary, Pt. 1 : Level Up
Thursday, June 23, 2016
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Sunday, May 15, 2016

Meet you at the Hotel Chantelle

Meet you at the Hotel Chantelle
Sunday, May 15, 2016
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