|American Apparel shirt; Kimchi Blue skirt; vintage necklace and belt; Frye boots|
Its like, here is a person whose face I look at every single day, whose writing style I know and understand, and whose fashion sense I find exciting and cool, and prior to this moment I had no idea what they SOUNDED LIKE. And it THROWS ME OFF, man. I don't know. I don't know. Maybe I was expecting everyone to be British. There's just some sort of incongruence. Its funky. I almost want to make them stop moving and stop speaking and go back to being in the pictures where they're frozen and silent and I know what's going on. Is this a strange response I'm having? I'll stop.
Black on black on upholstery patterned black on a weeknight. A vintage bauble, patterned tights, boots made for walking. Or walkin'. Whatevs.
Outside, everything but the wackohair fades into the night.