10 June 2016

0 2.5 weeks of people

and then FINALLY, an evening alone. wherein i lolled about in my underwear, drinking white wine, doing a face mask and braiding my hair, then sent a bathroom mirror selfie of said braided hair to lindear to brag that i was lolling about in my underwear, drinking white wine and braiding my hair.

there was that moment in prepping for the pink party when i was acutely aware that i was living, with my friends, what young oline thought adulthood would be like. but there are these other moments, when i am alone and acutely aware and also grateful that underwear and white wine and face masks and braided hair are what adulthood has wound up being.

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