I have a post about "stay-cations" and the sort of long weekends I'd to have in my drafts. Gotta stay posting and interested/ing and mildly funny, right? But as I stated on the FB page earlier, I will not be publishing that post because it's really bullshit and I don't want to be that sort of person. Not intentionally. So instead I've opted to contribute to the foot fetish part of the internet.
|That's my scar from grade 12 (16 was a terrible year and this is the only good thing to come out of it.) The dead hands come with the package|
This has been quite (
Today I'd styled it with black, heel hook tights (throwback) a black and white bead necklace, converse tekkies and a denim jacket, most of which I took off as soon as entering my door. Don't worry about me, I've got some ugly men's socks on now as I type this so it's all good. Sort of.
I've been thinking about clothes a bit lately. If you are a fat girl and you like non-fugly clothes the check out Jet Stores' winter collection. There are a few gems there. Sharrout. This dress is going to feature a lot on my body this winter.
The second batch of photos were taken first without any flash. I'm not explaining myself I'm just saying.
Gross "stay-cation" posts discarded I think I'll go thrifting on Saturday and maybe try to catch a local film and organise a joint. I would like to be in a hotel room I wasn't paying for and kissing a boy for extended periods but that's out of the question. So warreva.
|my squinting mug. Human tripods have you chatting.|
These, folks, are my vibes. You now know what goes on in this head - yay! you.
This is a poem I wrote in what feel like an age ago.
These were taken with the assistance of a lovely, and very short girl. Human tripods for president.