live it up.

it's been a lazy night slumming from vivace's to the cha. worries have been killing me as of late, and i can't help but think that maybe it's a good thing. maybe we need to really chill the fuck out and kill all the things that stress us up to our knees and our chins and back down to our ankles.

maybe everthing any anything we've heard about what we should and shouldn't do has been wrong. who cares if we draw moustaches on our faces before midnight and parade it down pike and broadway? what does it matter if we're still climbing up street signs just to mark our names higher than the sucker before us? who cares when we shout as loud as we possibly can? because really, what are they going to do? yes, there's some truth and wisdom to this. everything and anything we've been told to do and how to act as good girls has been wrong. everything and anything we've been told to dow and how to act improperly has been wrong as well.

there's no explanation for existence.
we're still just a bunch of twenty-something girls trying to figure out how to live and breath and think just a moment longer than the last. here's to a pretty damn good life.


and here's to a lovely picture of my roommate sara, who i absolutely adore.