(via whitneyricketts)
I used to prance about my apartment with a cigarette just like Carrie. It was ridiculous and awesome until one day I said to myself, “NATALIE, YOU ARE NOT CARRIE, YOU ARE FAT AND BRUNETTE AND LIVE IN A SHITTY UNIT IN BRISBANE AND IF YOU KEEP SMOKING YOU WILL PROBABLY GET SICK BECAUSE YOU LIVE IRL.”