My best friend and I experimented with my camera today. This is one of my favorites.

As much as I love my parents, I’m starting to realize that I’ve outgrown family vacations. While my parents enjoy visiting tourist attractions, my sister and I prefer to experience a city the way locals experience it. I think that traveling with my family makes me more inhibited. I wanted to take lots of photographs and write as much as possible during our trip to Washington, but we were constantly on the go and I hardly had time. I tend to be more social and talk to cab drivers, servers, and sales people when I’m by myself. That, to me, is the best part about exploring a new city: going on adventures, mingling with the locals and making friends. 

4 notes

So sometimes I get this thing when I get annoyed that someone isn’t interested on me, not because I want to date them or even like them, but just because I have a colossal ego and am offended when somebody can get over me so easily

0 notes
I was trying to take photos for my blog and was (unsurprisingly) interrupted by this blob of fluff
Recently I bought a Canon Rebel T5, and even though I’ve been working so much that I haven’t had much time to enjoy it, I did take this alarming close-up of my eye, which is now the banner of my fashion blog.
She died—this was the way she died;
And when her breath was done,
Took up her simple wardrobe
And started for the sun.
Her little figure at the gate
The angels must have spied,
Since I could never find her
Upon the mortal side. Emily DickinsonSelected Poems (via feellng)

(Source: feellng, via blueberryfingerprints)

1,192 notes

Found some letters I had typed to ex-boyfriends from the past few years. All of them are very, very bad. I always wonder if anyone I’ve been with kept the letters I wrote them for nostalgia’s sake. Part of me hopes that they did, but a greater part of me prays that they didn’t, because they were really sentimental and cringe-worthy.

3 notes