I am half drunk on gin and in bed trying to coax myself to sleep at 8:30 pm. I must wake up at five a.m. tomorrow morning. And I still smell like espresso from today's shift. Hopefully soon I will have a job doing something that doesn't make me smell strangely. I want to work for NYLON. I just want to do anything for them. Eventually I want to design pages for a magazine, but if I could do little things like do menial photoshop work or fold clothes or deliver mail to people, I would love to just get my foot in the door.
Well, since I should sleep... Here is yesterday's outfit:
Shirt/Thrifted : Jeans/Thrifted : Moccasins/Thrifted : Belt/ Vintage : Hat/Nordstrom
![This print feels even more relevant today. We all joke about the dumpster fire of [insert year here], but the important message of this image to me is that *we persist* through the horrors. We stand, we fight— maybe for ourselves, maybe for oth](https://images.squarespace-cdn.com/content/v1/574dddd6d51cd4bc35c1609a/1730935170369-03GPKQ5NF73VAE65RHO6/image-asset.jpeg)
