I'm a twentysomething writer and editor living out my dream
one day • one picture • one avenue • one story at a time.
This is where I overshare and constantly write tiny love letters to New York.
Whitney: you have this weird thing you do when you're hammered
Whitney: the shit that comes out of your mouth is inane
Whitney: but you're very reassuring about it
Whitney: and it all sounds legit when you're done with your spiel
Whitney: you can be like, "look. i just need to go out and set some trashcans on fire. but I WILL BE RIGHT BACK AND EVERYTHING IS FINE, JUST LAY DOWN AND I WILL BE BACK IN A MINUTE"
