this is what is on my mind.
a givenchy nightingale.
it's not a new bag or anything, i just keep seeing it. and i think about it. a lot.
i see us together. and we are SO HAPPY.
it's not too big, or too small, it seems kinda vintage-y, it will just get better as it gets beat up.
I WANT IT.
a pushy salesqueen at intermix (stop, i don't know how i got in there, i saw a bunch of them through the window, i had to go in) tried to make me do it today.
he was like "gurl, you probly work yo ASS OFF, and you DESERVE IT! you look like you deserve it. i'm gonna put it at the counter for you!". i had to run away. i was scared. i went to miu miu where i feel warm (happy place).
i will be 30 in a week. if anyone wants to soften the blow (short of a time machine or a cyanide capsule) i would take one of these. preferably in brown leather although i wouldn't say no to exotic skins or a lovely burgundy. mmmkeee, theeeenks, lurve you guyz.