One of the most nostalgic memories from my childhood is beginning to read the Harry Potter series - and each subsequent book. When book 7 came out I definitely felt that my childhood had ended. I was 15 and melodramatic, of course.
Was driving yesterday and stopped quickly. Roland falls to the floor because he must be up on his back legs looking out the window. I yell- “sit your ass down!” My 3 year old nephew SCREAMS “ SIR YOUR ASS DOWN ROLAND!”. I’ve ruined him.
I often think of homes that my friends and I like and wonder what architectural conventions would be without colonization. How would cultures directly impacted by colonization have developed their architecture as technology progressed and what design collectively been celebrated.
I do miss having my ex around solely for having someone to distract my dog. He wants so much attention now.
I never ever have FOMO, like ever. But I do really wish I was important enough to go to Schiaparelli.
Also no one said it but the best part about Chanel was those double Cs weren’t plastered over everything.
I often wish I could experience reading Harry Potter for the first time again. It was one of the most thrilling reading experiences of my young life.
I had no idea who Charlie Kirk was before he died and now there’s a stadium full of people who are memorializing him. Am I out of touch or ?


