heatstruck.

i wasn't made for summer, frankly. this humid, west-coast heat is hard to take and it's pure masochism to look at fall/winter collections in this oven of a room. maybe some visual relief... coolness by association? I doubt it, but oh well...

skint.

as per usual.

oh, for so long i have longed for such a head-dress
at least now that it's trendy, maybe I can
stumble upon something.

my only consolation.

i remember.

I remember what it is about summer that I dislike.
being home.
fuck. fuck it alllllll, motherfucker.