i truly feel my life would be complete only if i spent $1800 on a vintage brass lotus chandelier.
that may come across as shallow, but i spend my work week absorbing children's trauma and hopelessness and holding and sorting all kinds of bureaucratic chaos. i could simplify my job description by only seeing the good and trying really hard to look good, as many in my profession do, but i choose to see and say the (often ugly) truth and stand for what's right. stupid girl.
some days only the prettiest things can make me feel like it's worth it. this object of art is uncomplicated and unfeeling and unblaming and solid and just is what it is: beautiful. it needs nothing from me but for me to gaze adoringly.
