Sunday, October 2, 2011

Oh dear, can't you see? It's them it's not me, we're not enemies; we just disagree.

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shirt - pins and needles
skirt -  gap kids
shoes - rainbow stitch doc martins. my mom's first pair of doc martins, she gave them to me last month.
tapestry backpack - i made!
radiohead patch - i also made this, and am very enthused about it.

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^^ this is my baby Prudie. She took all of my pictures. I want her to be my girlfriend but she's actually gay.

My friend(s) and I are all hipsters, so instead of going to pep rallies, we walk around the parking lots outside the school building and chill and be moody goth kids instead of actually participating in school spirit/society. We are obviously far too cool to do normal things...right?!
Anyhow, I had multiple comments that day that mainly consisted of paranoid christian white kids accusing me of witchcraft, or Hot Topic barf freshmen girls telling me that I looked "kawaii." Who were pronouncing it wrong. That is their problem.
I have no problem being a witch, however, and find the idea to be pretty exciting. Like srsly just give me a two-headed black cat right now that I can name Persephone and Lucifer and brand pentagrams into their foreheads and train to maul people and set people on fire.
Right now.


(jesus I forgot how insanely ridiculously great this music is)

3 comments:

tell me about it, stud.