i do not dress for the male gaze, i dress for the girlysβ¦. my hair dresser, the barista at the coffee shop, the shop associate at the mall, i want them to think iβm cute, iβm wearing my statement sweaters for them
i love the feeling you get eating salad and constantly shoveling fork fulls of lettuce into my mouth and it makes you like a goat chewing on grass in a field in the south of france
i know iβm getting old bc watching my roomba clean just provided me over an hours worth of entertainment and i keep following it around the house watching it clean