My favorite thing about Wanderland is the fact that I rarely ever know the artists playing. I’ve been a serial Wanderer for 3 years in a row now, so I think I have some authority to say that Wanderland is best experienced when you’re coming in a little blind. Now for its hefty price tag, …
When one door closes, a window opens.
I’ve always been drawn to writing. How a rhythmic blend of words managed to make the mundane look magical never failed to put me under a dizzying spell, and one I had no qualms being bewitched by. Perhaps it was also the idea that just about anything could be romanticized under the guise of a …
Skinny jeans and sunburns, fish and chocolate ice cream, and your crush’s DMs and liquid courage– there are just some things in life that don’t go well together, and being cheap and obsessing over skincare is yet another one of them.
I’m not here to look perfect. Honestly, I’m really not.
Anyone who’s ever had trouble with their Instagram account has undoubtedly attempted to get in touch with their customer support team and, much to their dismay, discovered that for an app that values interpersonal relationships, there is ironically no human-to-human customer service line.
You know that saying “you never realize what you have until its gone”? That’s been the tagline of my week so far.
A pretty controversial title for me, I know, but let me explain.
I’m not going to lie to you; March was terrible for me and my shameful lack of content on the blog shows that there was absolutely no denying it.
February was a tough month for me, and admittedly, I wasn’t sure if this post would ever make it to the light of day.