POST AMERICANA PATTERNS
I literally can not even handle how much I love wearing:
1. As many layers as I can 2. As many prints/patterns as I can 3. This fucking Name Chain necklace 4. Shredded-To-Death Denim
My style is probably the most hilarious story I can actually tell. Fuck the sexual hiccup stories and the queefing moments of my life. Watching my style turn into a full-fledged conundrum; it's like I'm in on my own joke of style. Funny enough though, I've liked how I've transitioned my wardrobe. I feel like I finally feel comfortable wearing what I am. It feels more careless and more reckless than usual. Which pretty much explains my entire life: reckless. What are my late 20's for anyway?