Not exactly practical in 100 degree heat...
In the image below is every item of clothing I've purchased recently (minus two shirts from my England trip).
Maybe my inner spirit is in a mood, but I just want to wear black. I want to be a badass in black. I'm not. I'm not a badass at all, but black feels good right now. I'm Sandy at the end of 'Grease' in my tight black pants, sleeveless sweatshirt, and faux leather jacket.
I think, after some reflection which really shouldn't be inspired by a post this shallow, that I've been feeling kind of tread on lately and black makes me feel stronger. Less weak. Even if it's just a black top with polka dots made of sleeping kittens.
I don't usually wear black with black, but if I start doing that, someone should really start to be concerned about why I feel so helpless...
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