Choose life.
Choose to wear what you want, choose to look how you want.
Choose the fucking impossible task.
Choose increasing your happiness, money, wardrobe and jeans stock.
Choose good health, positive thinking and plans to rule the world.
Choose silver jewellery and gold grills that don’t turn green.
Choose where you’re going to start and never going to end.
Choose your friends.
Choose shoes that match your outfit.
Choose timeless pieces over fast fashion. Every. Single. Time.
Choose DIY and wondering who the fuck you are on a Sunday morning.
Choose baking in bed with your loved one watching emotional, thought provoking movies, stuffing sushi down your fucking throat.
Choose feeling inspired by the end of it all, putting your all into the life you dream of, you’ll regret nothing more than thinking you should have done that,
Pissed you didn’t take the chance to be the person you should have been already whilst living rent free at your emotionally fucked mums house.

Choose Life.
Choose Milita.