it's saturday and i'm stalking pictures of hanna beth. (i watched her video on nylon and now i neeed her apartment, too.) typing this with my glittery party-red nails, listening to music that makes me feel alive. i keep dreaming of sunny days and long roadtrips and dancing in deserts, and of waking up in empty hotel rooms that don't feel familiar at all. i've been spending my nights deciding if i will book these flights or get those tattoos. when i can't decide, i start downloading dreamy old movies and making collages for youuu.