So what even is this?

Good question. Basically…I love online shopping but don’t have the budget to support it. So I got the idea that if I couldn’t benefit from my digital browsing addiction, at least other people could. Hence: newsletter.

But I forgot this small yet ever-so-consequential detail: I have a brain that works in overdrive and, as most of my friends will tell you, the annoying tendency of making fucking everything an existential conundrum. Whilst being absurdly materialistic. We all have contradictions. This is mine.

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TL;DR: we are living in a material world and i am a chronically dissatisfied girl x

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