Only the Good Things

Change, whether we know it, ask for it, are ready for it or not, is the only way to learn how to let go, to grow, to really love, and experience. Sometimes, the small moments, force us to remember exactly what it is that we're meant to be doing or in my case, makes me stop to realize what I should be grateful for.
It's true that sometimes you need to go through things in order to get out of them. . . It's also true that you can't make everyone happy because you aren't a jar of Nutella. In either case, there should be no compromising, or denying, how fierce, how much a force we are when we just say yes to life's questions, say fuck off no to the pressure. The more I live, the more I know I have no idea what I'm doing half the time; if we knew what the years held, would we change our minds about how we spent the day? Would we call the guy, dance on the table, pay for the damn uber instead of take the train, buy the shoes because Yolo? Would we let ourselves be everything we dream?

Mistakes, I've had a few. But who would I be to stay exactly the same all these years?
And, out of all the mistakes I've made in my twenties, I think a few I'd like to keep with me in a locket box; small treasures that I wouldn't be this strong without.

Cheers to Monday being so fresh, to only the good things.
And don't let the lip gloss fool you - we're tough. Who run the

Wearing: Tobi Dress and Flatforms, Topshop Denim.

Photographed by Spencer Kohn Makeup by Eric Vosburg