What Went Down In Germany

Sunday, December 24, 2017

To the week of runny noses and running to pubs . . .

A Love Letter to 2017

Friday, December 8, 2017


It's almost 2018, it's about time love letters become visual.

What Went Down In Budapest

Saturday, November 25, 2017


New York is no longer the city that doesn't sleep . . .

What Went Down In Paris

Tuesday, November 14, 2017

How many crepes were actually eaten? One will never know. 

Promises to Self

Sunday, October 29, 2017


Because we all need to eat cucumbers and do yoga here and there. . . 

Nice Is Nice

Friday, October 13, 2017



To that one weekend where we sat on rooftops and cried in bed hugging.

What Went Down In London


I'M ALREADY FORGETTING SMALL BUT FUNNY THINGS THAT HAPPENED HERE SO THIS IS FOR THAT ONE DAY WHEN I'M 30 SOMETHING AND I WANT TO REMEMBER WHAT WENT DOWN IN LONDON.

Sleeve Full of Hearts

Monday, October 9, 2017

Because the world could always use more romantics, right?

Sabbatical

Sunday, October 1, 2017


Why does it seem like 3 year old me knew what was up more than I do now?

LFW Recap

Monday, September 25, 2017

To honestly the best weekend of my life. . .

Favorite Life Moments

Monday, September 18, 2017



Shoutout to really living . . .

Cinque Terre

Tuesday, September 5, 2017



I went to Cinque Terre for 36 hours. Here's what went down. . .

Wine Drunk & Lonely

Wednesday, August 30, 2017



I've been lonely lately, something that I think a lot of us feel at some point in our lives, or honestly, a lot of points. 

3 AM Nonsense

Thursday, August 17, 2017


I felt the urge to write tonight. 

How The F*** Did I Get Here?

Sunday, August 6, 2017

Trying to take over the world, one thank you letter at a time . . .

Moving On

Monday, July 31, 2017

How ironic, me writing a blogpost about moving on, when I'm the least capable of doing so. . .

Beginning

Thursday, July 27, 2017


















I'm not sure if it's just because 140 characters isn't enough or if I just have way too much to say and I'm tired of saying it all to my mom, but here's the start of a safe space. Here's the start of writing about traveling with 20 dollars in my bank account, and people who screw me over, and failed diets, and every struggle and triumph of being in your 20's. Cheers to regretting every post I'm about to write when I'm 30.
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