I want to move into an apartment in Manhattan with white floors and big windows. Drink Coffee in central park with my best friend and gossip about that bitch yesterday. Work at a fashion house. Go to a bar downtown with all of my friends on the weekends. Wear my boyfriend’s shirt at home, but extravagant clothes when I go out. And last, but not least - I want to be the type of person, people turn around on the streets and go “she’s someone”.
I don’t hate you, I hate what you did to me.
This is everything i have felt in one sentence for nearly a year. (via peachnaked)
(Source: dreamswritteninthestars, via fear-lessly-beautiful)