Those with the extreme “bougie on a budget” mentalities buy counterfeit goods intentionally to supplement their affordable shopping addictions.
The way that you dress is a nonverbal communicator, something that lets others know an intimate part of your personality.
Unbutton your shirt a little, throw on a chain, and be the badass villain you've always wanted to be.
They are changing because they are preparing — soaking up as much sunlight as they can, so that they may store its energy and survive the winter.
"I’m not swimming forward, I’m not sinking, I’m simply floating wherever the current takes me, and me alone.”
Just behind the register, nestled into a drawer, is a little cardboard box filled to the brim with an endless supply of memories.
Friendship was simpler when I was “young” and at home—unhindered by the tedious responsibility of functioning independently.
I have failed to recognize the most important aspect of what makes a person who they are, and so has any guy or girl who calls someone pretty, and ends the statement there.
There was no reason for it, we simply felt a strange high from watching our spit encase the bark of the twigs. When we finished we stared down at our handiwork, wordlessly agreeing that we’d never speak of this again. It felt barbaric, destructive, and completely “unbecoming” for a bunch of Catholic school girls.
My immediate reaction was to take offense on behalf of my family and culture. This song, sung in honor of Hindu gods, was being sung at a festival for weed, filled with white Americans. It felt like a betrayal of my heritage.
When I answered “yes” to my mother’s question, she brought two overpriced plush pigs, modeled after some celebrity pets I followed on Instagram, into my room. I embraced them with a smile. Three years later I still look to those little guys when I’m upset.
Living in the world guarantees a promise of encountering fear-provoking imagery, ideas, and situations in everyday life.
Perhaps there is something to be said about taking a few minutes to disconnect and reconnect. Finding a moment or two to flip through a magazine, or to look out the windows and people watch, to notice things that we aren’t normally attuned to.
I’ve been wrapping myself up with the skin of other people and filling my time with unknown feelings, empty words, and withering thoughts.
… an intense and humbling tsunami-wave of something I couldn’t put my finger on at the time and still struggle to describe.
Why do we still fund fast fashion companies?