You control your own happiness
I want to move into an apartment in Manhattan with white floors and big windows. Drink Coffee in central park with my best friend and gossip about that bitch yesterday. Work at a fashion house. Go to a bar downtown with all of my friends at the weekends. Wear my boyfriend’s shirt at home, but extravagant clothes when I go out. And last, but not least - I want to be the type of person, people turn around on the streets and go “she’s someone”.
This is the dream.
This makes me happy. I love where I live.
i just burnt my tongue on my food and it made me realise that sometimes the ones you love hurt you the most
Sometimes you have to break promises not because you want to but because you have to.
― 3 am thoughts (via suspend)