Tag: my life.

beggars-opera:

soofjam:

thesis: the “song playing from another room” phenomenon appeals threefold to the millenial experience of nostalgia, isolation, and the sensation of eavesdropping on the lives of others via social media and hyper-consumption of culture actively building upon itself at a rapid pace

theory: it conjures a very particular type of nostalgia for a feeling that happens when you’re in the middle of a high-energy event like a concert or dance and then step out of it for a second. Personally I feel that those quiet moments when I’m still riding the high of the party but get a chance to breathe for a second are when I feel most at peace with myself. My brain slows down just enough to really understand how much of a good time I’m having.

thanbk:

thanbk:

financial goals: bathtub that’s deep enough for me to be 100% fully submerged; preferably one of those triangle corner ones. Also maybe being debt free but the tub comes first

me, 8 years old, sitting in the largest bathtub that they have on display in the Home Depot:

farmbians:

farmbians:

fuck minimalism. if you dont have trinkets and knickknacks on every surface you’re not doing it right.

the point of this post is not about junk or collectables!!!! its about the 7 bottles i own for no reason other than i think they look neat!!! its about the glass i found on the beach and pocketed because its pretty!! hell is an endless white expanse with a single white chair and white table with a single succulent on it!!!!!