I keep this in mind with the sweatpants & the pajama pants & the legging-wrapped sausages:) And the bra straps all over in work attire and the boy shoes and the mom jeans. The look I'm going for is clashie..pretty sure I'm killin it.
i wish...i didn't think it mattered cuz it didn't used to...when i was young and defiant. for some reason it's different. now that i'm older. and it just hurts. 'suck it up', i say. on second thought, why should i? they can't see me cry. i won't let them see me cry. oh, there i am after all.
THIS. I remember seeing it on that old site about 8 years ago, the one with anonymous pictures with words written on them... Does anyone remember what that site was called? Wasn't it postscript or something? Good times. #themyspaceandxangadays
"There comes a point in your life when you realize who matters, who never did, who won't anymore, and who always will. And in the end you learn who is fake, who is true and who would risk it all for you."