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It was 104 degrees yesterday. 104. Or whereabout, at the very least 99. I be dead.
Silk Tracy Ellis Shirt, My Morbid Necklaces, Her Mom's leather belt, cut off One Tuff Bitch jeans (best name EVER), ghetto slippers.
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Oh look, she smiles.
I have nothing to wear for summer besides cut offs, vintage tees, and my boots. I miss tights. If I didn't need to actually eat I would spend all my money on dresses and skirts...
Or a way to become this person. I know she's trippy, I want to be her and glare at people from my little corner in the room....
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Whenever I see ruffled like the first dress, I think of FIERCE TRANNY. Whats up with him, anyway?
BTW: My internet is being an asshole (I would apologize for the language but it's just really being a prick) and I have finals next week so sorry in advance for lack of posting.