I’m a ghost… Vogue killed me and now I’m haunting tumblr.
I don’t need a life of glamour. A life of things. A life of an apartment on a busy street, always being in a rush. I don’t need everyday heels, or sleek clothes. I want comfort, patterns, worn-in wood and quiet. I don’t need jet-set, or the high profile. I want people I love and people who love me, and wear whatever I want, and not have my life be revolved around things.
(Source: somuchsass, via night-onthe-run)