*Thrasher tank from Madeline, BDG shorts c/o Urban Outfitters, vintage boots, vintage army bag, Unearthen pendulum ring, vintage belt, vintage jewelry.
holy shit i did it! i put on clothes and took pictures like the narcissistic freak i am just destined to be (sad face). no but really i hate this shit, but after many many deep talks about life with multiple loved ones, i've come to accept the path that i'm on (even though i would much rather be half naked running around chasing iguanas in mexico or something) and to put forth my best effort to finish whatever it is i started here in la la land. i know i could pack up and leave if i really wanted to, but i already did that once when i moved to australia 5 years ago and less than half a year into living there i had this unsettling feeling that i had to go back home and "accomplish" something before i got to be the wanderer that i felt like i should be... i know that it's probably stupid ideals hammered into my head from generations passed, but i can't shake this feeling of wanting to achieve something and (best case scenario) have it mean something to people and maybe even help them or change their lives for the better in some way before i take off on a totally selfish path of enlightenment and isolation. the internet is a powerful thing so why not use it to my full advantage while i can? and if i have to gain interest by posting stupid outfit pictures so i can get down with some meaningful stuff in between, then so be it. i hope you like pictures of tank tops and shredded shorts, cuz i don't got much else. i do, however, know some wonderful people and animals and music and think that might interest you more than pictures of me dressed like i threw myself into a paper shredder.