![Last night, we went out with my boyfriend’s family for his sister’s twenty-first birthday. I wore tights that are essentially identical to the above picture [though the picture is not of my legs at all, but instead a google image search approximation] My boyfriend’s grandma asked me if I was wearing tights because Kate Middleton does and for some reason it made me really inappropriately angry.
I almost ripped the tights off my body and left them in the Chili’s parking lot.](http://25.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_lq4m2kshZ61ql8srao1_500.jpg)
Last night, we went out with my boyfriend’s family for his sister’s twenty-first birthday. I wore tights that are essentially identical to the above picture [though the picture is not of my legs at all, but instead a google image search approximation] My boyfriend’s grandma asked me if I was wearing tights because Kate Middleton does and for some reason it made me really inappropriately angry.
I almost ripped the tights off my body and left them in the Chili’s parking lot.
Well, this just creeps me right the hell out. The sheer enormity of this thing intimidates me on a very deep level. I really don’t even like going to museums where those giant dinosaur skeletons are housed because the size of them alone makes me so incredibly uneasy.
Yeah, I don’t think you could pay me enough to be in the same room as this thing. Like, that much money doesn’t even exist yet.
This week has been a true test in positive self-esteem for me. I’ve been feeling pretty down and out and pretty awful in general about my appearance.
So I put on bright-ass lipstick and took pictures of myself until I got one I liked. Let’s see if it helps.
Fingers Crossed.
Francis Bean Cobain
It really creeps me out how much she looks like Courtney Love. Only way, way hotter. And slightly less threatening looking.
You can click on the pic to go to photographer Hedi Slimane’s site and check out tons more FBC pictures. Plus some Amy Winehouse portraits.
I am calling dibs on the intro to this song as my own personal theme music.
Timing. It’s everything, people.
“A Handy Tip for the Easily Distracted” by Miranda July
This is cute and quirky and lovely and…
but all I really cared about was July’s outfit, which is perfect. What were we discussing?
I wish I could just live in her closet, surrounded by her beautiful clothes and her unending genius.
Seriously though. I wish, instead of a doorway to Narnia, my closet had a magical doorway to Miranda July’s closet.
Actually, that’s a blatant lie. I’d take Narnia, hands down. But Miranda July’s closet is a very close second. Both seem equally magical.
I look at a lot of fashion blogs [I’m somewhat ashamed to admit] and I keep noticing something that both confuses and irritates me:
WHAT’S WITH ALL THE WINTER WEAR?
Seriously. Every day I see what feels like a fucking million ladies in adorable long-sleeved dresses with tights and think what in the fucking hell is wrong with you, girl?
I love fall/winter clothing more than anything. I would love, love, LOVE to dress like this every day of my life, but I can’t because it’s FUCKING AUGUST.
And I don’t care where in the U.S. you live, if it’s fucking August it’s fucking hot. I live in Northern Illinois and we haven’t had a day that dipped below 85 in at least a month.
HOW ARE YOU WEARING TIGHTS/LONG SLEEVES/JACKETS IN 80-85 DEGREE WEATHER AND NOT DYING? ARE YOU SUPER HEROES? PLEASE EXPLAIN/SHARE HOW YOU ACQUIRED YOUR SUPERPOWER.
BECAUSE IT’S JUST NOT FUCKING FAIR.
You can actually pinpoint the second when his heart rips in half!
(Source: eyeonspringfield)
