flowers i would like to be
also yesterday i got to wear one of my favorite summer things which was neat except also based on the 2x i’ve worn it this year i’ve started to think of it in my head as my ‘street harrassment romper’ which is a little depressing
but still looking cute makes me happy so fuck it (by ‘it’ i might mean ‘everything’? unsure)
the other day my wonderful friend holly did my makeup for fun and i recorded myself vainly admiring it
my lips are uneven ‘cause i was a little high and suddenly the lipliner felt very dry and i jerked my head away, holly handled it admirably
i got the skirt at target a while back. on the one hand i shouldn’t have, on the other hand it’s given me something like a positive feeling and i mean say i run out of money and die, at least i had a positive feeling? i think what i’m trying to say is i would care if i were still capable of caring about things, look at my skirt










