if you can't hide it, just throw some fucking glitter all over it
Do you have a Lana in your life? Cause you should. One of my nearest and dearest is about to depart today and a brave new adventure to another country for at least a year (hopefully not more, or I’ll have to go kidnap her) and I got a big teary mess last night and had to sniff her hair for a while to deal with the fact that I won’t see her for months and months. We met for real on a ridiculous night in my weird first six months in NYC and shared a brownie, got to be coworkers for a time, got to be partners in crime, had moments that we’ll carry to our grave and learned the best and most insane lessons together. So many of my wonderful friends have been taking steps beyond NYC in the last year or so, and I am proud of every single one of them, but also damn pissed I don’t have them to call up and demand them come entertain me at a moment’s notice.
Love you, Lanaface. You are kickass and I am proud to know you.
