that water glass on my nightstand i keep forgetting to wash and the shoes i haven’t managed to put away won’t kill me. my apartment is far from belonging in the pages of AD, so why pretend life doesn’t happen here? i don’t mean never picking up after myself, but it’s not the end of the world to leave my makeup laying around my vanity for a few days until i get around to cleaning.
It’s wasteful and unresourceful and grandmothers everywhere will be upset with you. I keep a box of dirty—but otherwise perfectly functional—things on my balcony so that when I feel up for the task, I can clean them off and use them again.
