Anonymous asked:"I’m looking for a Sunday kinda love." I respectfully disagree. Everyone says that they want romance; to be swept off their feet in a flurry of love. But in the end, the only thing people want is intimacy. And not romantic intimacy. They want the intimacy that only arises at the end of the day when one can fully and totally captivate another's attention with the banality of their day. That's the curse of the human condition; not truly desiring love, but rather a bland intimacy. Love is a lie.
Man, this anon really doesn’t like Etta James.
The Great Gatsby.
I don’t care what anyone says. I’ll be there with bells on.
“When you realize how perfect everything is you will tilt your head back and laugh at the sky”
My name is Ellie. A Brooklynite with an eye for things vintage, bright, and lovely. I tend to justice during the day and spark creative interests at night. Also, I think you're pretty cute.
Pictures of Me...a lesson in narcissism.
Pictures I take...a lesson in patience and clarity.
Tunes to swoon for.
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My name is Ellie. A Brooklynite with an eye for things vintage, bright, and lovely. I tend to justice during the day and spark creative interests at night. Also, I think you're pretty cute.
Pictures of Me...a lesson in narcissism.
Pictures I take...a lesson in patience and clarity.
Tunes to swoon for.
