I too long for a day my Italian ex boyfriend returns to my sprawling seaside villa with his basic ex girlfriend just so I can show him my new dye job and massive amounts of wealth I have accumulated over the years with out him.Only coming to peace with this as I sit on my bed in my neo classical furnished bedroom and have flashbacks of our time together before realising the bag truly is more important than any man can be.
i forced myself to sit at a coffee shop and write a blog post about perfectionism in a sitting, and I DID it. it was nothing special, but i don't really care. my goal this year is to do the things that intimidate me with less fear, and this was a tangible step in the right direction
I used to take life SO SERIOUSLY and it almost killed me. I want to surround myself with people who are here to have a good time and be silly…despite the horrors….in SPITE of the horrors fr
