fuzzy bunny stilettos, complimentary dum-dum lollipops in my depop order, and a really good pink satin skirt...

+.｡☆ﾟ:;｡+ﾟ ☆* 10 things i haven't stopped thinking about this week... +.｡☆ﾟ:;｡+ﾟ ☆*ﾟ

Sep 11, 2023

i never want to “get used to it”

the other weekend i was catching up with a friend from home and she asked if i ever felt overwhelmed by so many things happening in the city at the same time. i heard myself respond “i think i’ve just gotten used to it.. it feels normal i guess. i don’t really notice it.”

this morning i took a rainy stroll to get a latte and cardamon bun from la cabra, two men were playing chess at the table next to me occasionally exchanging endearing profanities at each other. i walked through washington square park feeling embraced by the weirdly special kinetic energy that only exists there. i stopped in mcnally jackson for a few new books and chatted with the cashier who had six (!!!) snoopy tattoos. i strolled through soho through a maze of new fall fashion campaigns plastered on construction walls and appreciated the new york’s determination to convert the ugly into something beautifully creative. i passed a store my team at work opened and smiled to myself as i saw two girls peering through the window pointing at product i had a small part in creating. i passed the angelika where a couple had just come into the light after seeing a film blinking hard to adjust. passed elizabeth street garden which was damp in a romantic kind of way. went down through little italy where people were eating spaghetti and drinking red wine outside in spite of the 80 degree drizzly oppressive weather. i stopped in iconic magazines and read september issue letters from the editor (my favorite part of a magazine) and browsed next to tourists in i <3 ny rain ponchos.

they say the longer you live in new york the more jaded you become. i have started to feel my earnestness slowly start to slip away like an ice cream cone dripping in the summer, only to notice the melty consistency once it’s too late; it’s reached contact with your hand with no napkin to rescue.

i’ve found that a lot of what i end up writing about centers around a feeling of defensiveness towards my earnest nature. it must be because i feel the pressures of a cool cynicism poking at that silly optimistic exoskeleton. i guess my writing is my way to stubbornly claw my way through the noise.

i hope i never get used to it, i can’t believe we get to do this <3

here are 10 things i haven’t stopped thinking about this week <3 <3 <3

i recently discovered that dolly alberton has phenomenal spotify playlists, which makes sense given she is a woman of consistently good taste
i just finished the book “the women i love” by francesco pacifico and really loved it- it’s the one of the only books written by a straight man all year which i just realized now… love that….
i am salivating over this vintage pink silk skirt from magda violet. it is the exactly what 13 year old me pictured myself wearing at 25
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i also saw this silk slip dress with barbed wire detailing and IMMEDIATELY went to buy and tragically saw it was sold out
i ordered that red cardigan from depop with the gold buttons and when i excitedly unfolded it 3 dum-dum lollipops fell out. dum-dums are the ultimate gwps i have decided. i love being alive!
angelina and i got tattoos yesterday! i got a little chandelier, i am trying to feel more confident about explaining my tattoos which have “no meaning” i wanted them just because i liked them. that is meaning in and of itself! why do i feel embarrassed to express something i am visually drawn to?
speaking of embarrassment…. like the rest of girls everywhere i have had guts playing on repeat, in particular “love is embarrassing” is my favorite because LOVE IS SO EMBARSSING
receiving this text from val
i unironically love these pink fuzzy bunny stilettos
i felt the overwhelming urge to buy something last week and almost bought this striped brain dead t shirt only to be saved by the faithful gray out of stock button
XOXOXO