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.
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You dance like a queen
In spite of all the things you never wanted
When you’re left out in the cold
You dance like a queen
Your silhouette is still my reflection
You speak to me in riddles, you speak to me in riddles[Thriving Ivory - Secret Life]
