Who am I to let a mere thing like rain or wind control my self expression? I will and have been wearing mini dresses in 40 degree weather … sue me I’m happier than I would be in a puffer and jeans
It is beutiful out and soon soon be hot. I have survived another winter but refuse to shed my winter coat. I WILL BE HAIRY AND FREE AND I WILL BE A SLUT THIS SPRING AND SUMMER
the smell of half rubbed in sunscreen, being left to your own devices, fighting with sticks in the woods, mosquito bitten legs, blisters, sunburns, scrapes, polysporin, watershoes
i went into jo malone to inquire about this perfume i have been a bit obsessed with (ginger cookie). a girl my age working informed me that it was a limited edition run and they no longer carried it. i was devastated but nevertheless, ended up in conversation with her about how much i liked her shoes and her, my outfit.
“hold on a second,” she went into the back and made me a sample of a leftover stock bottle. i use my little bottle sparingly and think of the kindness often 🫚
but not like standing. sitting. youll have to dust your bum from the fallen dried leaves from two summers ago but its part of the charm. take a load off, its been a long day.
