i know you can see my underpants. i don't care. we all wear em right? probably not right. anyhow these leggings are awesome. awesome i tell you. go buy them now. cuz they are awesome, well made, comfy, and made by miracle eye (a small handmade female owned business), yeah!!!! miracle eye is my amiga larissa's company. she designs and her mom sews... they are so inspirational. i want every colorway now. check em out here and buy me the black velvet or striped ones :)
we used to run around town all crazy hearted. my boots owned my piece of the sidewalk. funny how times change but people stay the same. and getting back isn't the answer but the heart never wants to hear that.
wearing dress&bag-goodwill, vans-present from dad, sunnies&choker-cobrashop
she often got strange notions in her head. i guess they weren't that strange though. she was normally an eccentric layerer. Wearing things that seemed to have no purpose to an outsider. sometimes wearing things she got from people just to remember them. like that piece of string she pulled from his blanket and tied around her wrist. but for some reason she was craving simplicity. like it would actually slow stuff down in that roller coaster of a brain.
but really i just want to draw on this dress with a sharpie
see you monday leggings, sweater&bag-goodwill, leather jacket-ebay, boots&scarf-etsy, collar-fitchbace all secondhand cept leggings and collar
i thought it'd be perfect. i thought you'd be happier than ever. i didn't realize my faerie powers didn't work indefinitely. that was the moment my feet hit the dirt and i realized i was like everyone else. forever reading my way back to something that may no longer exist. unsure of reality. but the street lights and the echoing of the cars in the tunnels reminded me of something. something buried deep in the catacombs of my brain...
the sun, moon, stars. it's like their memory was written in braille on my backbone. they always comforted me. no matter how desolate things became. to no longer see them now there may lie a true tragedy.
real loneliness digs deep in your flesh. makes your lungs ache as they take in the next breath. i sat quietly and watched him relive his tale... it was the hardest thing i've done. he says he never felt lonelier in his entire life... than when he was in her presence.
wow... when your blog starts sounding like the beginning of a sci-fi novel