All My Friends Are Turning Thirty
All my friends are turning thirty and they’re getting married in backyards and at wineries in Santa Barbara and people are giving toasts and crying and I’m trying to cry too
All my friends are turning thirty and they’re getting married in backyards and at wineries in Santa Barbara and people are giving toasts and crying and I’m trying to cry too
You woke up on a Saturday and came to the sudden realization that you were all alone, that everything you had surrounded yourself with Monday through Friday, all the happy hours and all the business lunches and all those technological noises you drenched your earbuds in: it all added up to zero.
It’s such a terrible feeling to want to reject who you are. The reality is that I was not built to be an Olsen twin. I was not built to sit around doing coke with people who looked amazing in Balenciaga.
I, for once, would just like to be used and objectified.
You just look at them reading in bed one night and your whole body gets filled with this weird warm gooey feeling (like brain semen).
Talk to women about things they have no interest in ever hearing.
You could NEVER leave those amazing New York springs! They go from April 12th at 12:30 all the way to 6:30.
It was important to make my presence known at Interview so I could set myself apart from the other interns—one of whom I swear to God was South African royalty.