In this fantasy. I walk into a club and am greeted by the sweet sounds of Ke$ha and Sky Ferreria side parts. There is in fact glitter everywhere and dirt and drugs and it’s the perfect landscape to poetically puke in.
In this fantasy. Im Tumblr royalty.
In this fantasy. I’m seeing Chief Keef live in concert.
In this fantasy. “I got that off-black Cadillac, midnight drive Got that gas pedal, leaning back, taking my time I'm rolling that roof off, letting in sky I shine, the city never looked so bright.”
In this fantasy. I bought it cause Rihanna wore it in the We Found Love music video.
In this fantasy. I got an infinity symbol tattooed.
In a world where I was born somewhere around 1989, I don't know if it would’ve been perfect, but maybe it would’ve been better.
Editing a canonically tumblresque photo, in all its overly filtered instagram glory, is a meditative endeavor. Mindfulness at its fullest. I think Thich Nhat Hanh may approve.