april showers, meet me here this time next year.

(Miss Patina dress courtesy of indie marketplace UsTrendy, thrifted bag, random hat)

Some major ~*twee librarian*~ vibes going on here! It's nice to wear a dress like this because I've been in a serious fashion rut, wearing the exact same outfit (see previous post) or an XXXXXXXXXL cat sweatshirt. Since it's the beginning of a new month, I'm trying to step up my game i.e., do a little bit more than roll out of bed and put on whatever seems somewhat clean. Well...okay... I just used the terms "fashion rut" and "step up my game" without the faintest hint of irony. So I think this blog post needs to end immediately. 

♫ April Showers by Math and Physics Club ♫

i held my breath, you held my interest, mysterious marks around my chest.

(thrifted top, american apparel petticoat, drugstore stockings) 

Things that have been frustrating me:

• weak personal brands
• strong personal brands
• my personal brand
• personal brands
• the fact that I just googled 'ryan ross panic at the disco still cute?'

Anyway, I have nothing interesting to say about this outfit since this is basically my standard day-to-day uniform. But I hereby promise to stop deleting all of my posts -- I'm trash, I know. Thank you for sticking with me.

your skin was bathed in amber light and rain streaks.

My friend recently described my aesthetic as pastoral. And I was like, "Oh cool, like... herding sheep and stuff???" But apparently, he meant that it was "pleasingly peaceful and innocent." Kind of a letdown to be honest.

my bloody valentine.

One time a boy gave me dead flowers for Valentine's Day. He said they were supposed to be "symbolic." And then I threw up in my mouth. 

My Bloody Valentine > Valentine's Day, anyway. Listen to their new album here. 

some fall in love, i shatter.

I'm disposable. So is my camera. That was a good joke. Well, cya. 

you can't wipe away those christmas tears.

Final exams are over. And school's out for winter break. So you know what that means... I'm going to be sending letters to my penpals, watching lots of anime, and making holiday-themed twee pop playlists (as evidenced here). Getting pretty rowdy.

poor students dream of marx.

(thrifted dress, random hat, forever 21 scarf and mary-janes)

Studying sociology has been rather enlightening. It has forced me to become more self-aware (aka disgusted with myself). Like, here I am swiping away on my iPhone, surrounded by other kids on their iPhones, all of us drinking Starbucks, and tweeting about our classist privilege. Nice.

♫ Poor Students Dream of Marx by Cats On Fire ♫