It's always summer in my heart and in my soul.

Summer and I have a love/hate relationship. 

That is, I love summer until around August when the heat settles in and seems never ending. Then all I can crave is rainy mornings, falling leaves and cute sweaters.

No one ever said I wasn't fickle.

Bang bang, my baby shot me down.

Old hope, got stuck in your throat

As someone who is almost a Type A personality, who takes things way too seriously, and has a mother who has to be part hoarder, it’s incredibly hard for me to let things go. Whether they be material objects, past arguments, bad relationships or expectations, it always a challenge.  

The dog days are over

New beginnings. 

That's what I promised myself would happen by May. 

Baby she look like a star but only on camera

Drinking every night because we drink to my accomplishments

Procrastination seems to be the name of the game lately.

With school winding down, a new job to hunt for and multiple promises to “hang out sometime” with various friends that I’ve been avoiding for the past 8 months, I’ve been a bit overwhelmed. So, in typical me fashion, I’ve decided to add more on my plate instead of dealing with what’s already there. It’s like peas, maybe if I ignore them long enough they’ll disappear??

Smart, I know.

And they sayin' I'm back, I'd agree with that; I just take my time with all this shit, I still believe in that

Oh, hello there.

Yes, I’ve been away. Stop looking at me like that.

I wish I had stories of amazing adventures, of glamorous outings, of fun and crazy shenanigans. Unfortunately all I have is paperwork, a soon to be certificate and stress. On the bright side… No student loans!

With spring comes graduation and hopefully more reliable and frequent posts—and cuter outfits!

xo