being twenty is so messy, i love it 𝔃𝔂𝔀𝓲𝓪'𝓼 𝓵𝓲𝓯𝓮
newspaper: mini essays
shows: i mostly talk about grey's anatomy, supernatural and criminal minds
pets: meet wine and my irl babies
diary: see if you want to learn about a tiring life of an uni student
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the woman i want to be
This page is a piece of my life. My life is messy in the sense that I always find myself in some weird romantic wlw situationship. It's messy when I run in my heels to catch a tram almost every other morning; and when I run again, after my lectures, to get to work on time. My fridge, more often than not, has only wine and a sweet potato in it.
My life is also messy in a big, 00s-style sunglasses way. In I only have pleaded skirts and one pair of jeans kind of way. Silver jewelry, red dyed hair and not knowing how to do my make-up way.
Some of these things I consider classy, others — not so much.
What I spend most of my limited free time on is trying to become the adult I wanted in my life when I was little. The trusted, strict with herself but also a fun adult. A woman that every morning dances to her 00s playlist, reads classics and silly little romances, has her wardrobe full of red and black clothes and is a professional at work.
Maybe I just want more alternative The Devil Wears Prada.
𝓵𝓮𝓽'𝓼 𝓭𝓻𝓲𝓷𝓴 𝔀𝓲𝓷𝓮 𝓽𝓸𝓰𝓮𝓽𝓱𝓮𝓻

ask me for a tarot card
𝓹𝓵𝓪𝔂 𝓶𝓮
