The Internet is an infinite recycling bin. Tumblr is an infinite recycling bin. After spending hours on the site scrolling through picture after picture that I wish I had taken, I find there is nothing left to do except lay facedown on the floor and think of melodramatic tweets about my uninspired life which I will then seep into the Internet. The plot twist- I never actually send the tweets. Hours are spent on my floor exhausting mental energy for a wasted cause. By hours, I could also mean a few minutes. I don't have a strong perception of time when I am laying facedown on the floor.
I have realized that the trick to the Internet is seeming like your life is flawless, even if you are having a tweenage inner turmoil about your place Online/in the world in general. For this reason, please enjoy the following photos of me causally living my life. They were taken by my personal paparazzi that follows me home from class. He recently snapped some shots of me daintily dodging chunks of gravel as I walk through the alleyway to my home.
(dress: thrifted, cardigan: Urban Outfitters, sunnies: a shady shop in Mexico, all jewelry: thrifted, shoes: Calvin Klein)