I want to be seen yet invisible. I want to look good doing it. I want to be at every party minding my own business talking to no one but my confidants and, if I have to, the bartender. I am like this glass. Almost empty with a cold fucking ice cube in, just the way I like it. I will not change. I will not be rude, I promise, but I will not change.
Clothing // The Lonely Socialite by Eliza Glover