It’s insane to act like the civil war that is my hormones is worthy of forgiveness, as if it’s a crime I’ve forced everyone else to take part in.
I’m another souvenir, amongst many, from the various journeys through time that my father took. Perhaps more deeply rooted, being his child, but still a part of a much larger picture.
The onslaught of so-called news now delivered during fashion week regarding each show, celeb sighting, and inevitable blogger collaboration entirely drowns itself out, rendering all of it tired, dull, and a waste of my time.
“I like to disappear into a dream world, it definitely makes it easier for me to stay sane.”
I realize that I can’t fault my favorite virtual venues for trying to cash in a bit on their popularity—after all making it in America is not as dreamy as we’d once hoped.