"It is an illusion that youth is happy, an illusion of those who have lost it; but the young know they are wretched, for they are full of the truthless ideals which have been instilled into them, and each time they come in contact with the real they are bruised and wounded."
- W. Somerset Maugham, Of Human Bondage (via maddierose)
So I’ve been away for a while…
And not because I don’t love you all, just because life got hectic and I didn’t have wifi and then I went over the data cap on my phone. Anyway, I figure those of you who haven’t unfollowed me must kinda like me, or at least interested in shit I reblog, and tbh I love when people post personal stuff so I can stalk them and feel like I’m getting to know the person behind the blog. Anyway.
Important life shit that happened while I was afk that I probably would’ve posted on tumblr:
Our breakfast is better than your breakfast. My dad is cooler than your dad. #bragging #sundaymornings #yajelly? (at The Attic)
It has been a day of bad news
My random photography, but here’s a story for you all:
This girl is a very special model to me. We met when we were just under four years old. I was taking ballet classes at the time and at my dance school all the younger children wore pink and only pink. When all of a sudden, this little brunette girl walks into our class wearing a black leotard.. BLACK. And to this day, that’s the punkest thing I’ve ever seen. I thought she’d be lonely on her first day so I went over to say hello.
We are now celebrating fifteen years of best friendship. I love her with all of my heart and to me she’ll always be the most beautiful person on the planet.
This is my best friend’s brilliant amazing photography, and the story of us.
I’ll never forget when that perfect little girl who knew exactly what she was doing chose to include me: a little mess of a child who could never quite grasp the status quo, standing alone in the corner.
For the past (almost) fifteen years now, I have had the most gorgeous best friend in that little lady, and I can’t stress enough how perfect she is to me.
I love you so much Savannah, you are what I will be homesick for, because all these years you’ve been my home.