And the piano is a melancholy soundtrack to her smile

Just finished drinking chocolate milk straight from the carton, being happy my cat has gotten accustomed to the new house so quickly, listening to Alicia Keys, in desperate need of a haircut, figured out my bus route and having to do an "about me" assignment for creative writing. Had a few friends tell me today my stockings had rips in them. I said I knew. They said oh. I said I took fifteen minutes this morning trying to find a pair that were long enough to fit me (I've grown half an inch... and I'm 17 years old) and just threw these on. Then I realized they had rips but was too frustrated to care. Story of my life.





(aritzia sheer shirt, old navy gray tank, zara faux leather skirt, sirens heels, suzy shier bangle)