This is laaate, but late is who I am.
A wise, wise boy recently told me it's more "interesting" to be late.
My sister graduated from high school this June. I was half an hour late. A hipster with Buddy Holly glasses sang a song about growing up, a scruffy English teacher inspired me to tears, and the waiters didn’t speak English well enough to understand my allergies. Or so they claim. I swear, they just wanted me dead.
I dressed like a flapper drag queen.
H&M fringe dress, H&M tights, the Bay clutch, Dollhouse wedges, cropped pleather from Sirens, jewelry from all over.
and I think Tahnee got her shoes at Payless? Yeah. We're thrifty bitches.