It’s all about me.

With love from the Arc de Triomphe, the always beautiful Paris, & the best neighbor I could ever ask for.

The memories of you and this song. Between sheets. Under tables. On balconies. I know money can’t buy love- but it definitely helps create some of the most amazing experiences. 50 shades has nothing on you.

Thinking of making all these invites is stressing me out beyond words. My pinterest is nothing but wedding porn.

I have measured out my life with coffee spoons.

I’ve become a ghost of who I left behind in that apartment in NYC. No looking back. Frame my spread on your wall. I’m only meant for consumption.

“Don’t get hurt”