tall boots, and a train station.
At the beginning of this week a guy stopped me in the streets to compliment me on my outfit and my appearance. After talking for a while I gave him my number, agreeing for a drink. Being the hopeless romantic I am I already pictured a fairytale ending. Nonetheless it didn’t happen. He was nice and all but too nice. I felt liked only by my appearance and not by the stupid pictures I take of my friends, the amount of time I spend with my parents or the amount of love I have for food.
I want someone to love me for me in the end I guess.
But it did make me believe maybe one day someone will come up to me and fall in love with me because of all of those things.
Not only my knee high suede boots.














