Shirley Anne.
For those of us familiar with my life outside of my virtual domain, you know that a week after IContinue Reading
Author: Rose-Coloured Boy
NYC through a poor boy's rose-coloured lens, just doing his best.
ride or die (but probably die): my life sans cheese
The first time I ever realized I was from the Midwest was I was sitting in a room, surrounded by New Yorkers, and I squealed when I saw two cows kissing one another. Cows are cute. I like flannel. Soda will ALWAYS be called pop to me. You can kick the boy out of the Midwest, but goddamn, is that buttermilk ranch flavored force within him strong as heck.
xoxo, rose-coloured boy
As I sit here in Doritos stained sweatpants in front of Gossip Girl reruns on Netflix, I can’t help butContinue Reading
Though he be but small, he is fierce: March in Memoriam
I used to never think I’d live past the month of March, and here we are, sitting at day 4Continue Reading
David Bowie Is… @ Brooklyn Museum
There’s a star man waiting in the museum—I went to meet him, and he simply blew my mind. 2016 wasContinue Reading
Moonstruck, Kind Of.
They say that the moon brings the man to the woman, “La Bella Luna”, if you will. But, what onContinue Reading
Snoopy x Levi’s, aka “Fuck, Why did I walk into Levi’s Today?”
I love limited edition and collaboration. If I had one reason to my downfall listed on my headstone it’d read,Continue Reading
