These flats represent the person I would like to be. Tomorrow, I’m taking them to the consignment store, because I think they might pay me for them. They’re new, barely worn, vibrant, and, I suppose I should add, terribly uncomfortable. Feet-blistering. I am supposed to keep wearing them mindlessly, because they are pretty, and I … Continue reading Fantasy Flats
Tag: twenties
You know it’s your twentieth birthday when you wake up and look in the mirror and think, yep. This is the best it’s gonna get. Ten years ago, I was a greasy, acne riddled ten year old who’s only possible trajectory was up. Whatever. At least next year I can buy booze. I feel like … Continue reading Next Year I Can Buy Booze
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