You know how the light gets all swoopy right before the sun sets? How it's all blue and dappled and the sky is pink?
You know how when you have a mild fever everything seems like that? Like, even when it isn't seven o'clock?
No?
Well, maybe that's just me.
I wish I had something exciting to share with you today, lovelies, but I'm afraid I don't. I spent the day in bed, sore throat and slight fever and a sick stomach and tired bones. I watched a million movies from Netflix on my laptop and read books by Laurie Halse Anderson because she is my favorite author and slipped my way through exactly six Seventeen magazines. I think I learned more staying home sick than I did going to school. For example, did you know you can kill slimy underground deities with a shotgun? You know, just for future reference. Why don't they teach us this stuff in class, it is so much more useful than the Odyssey or geometric proofs.
And I flicked through several hundred Etsy shops, photo blogs, WeHeartIt posts, and lookbooks. So I can now bring you a mind-map collection of what my day was like. Minus the boxes of Saltines.
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xoxo lovelies.
listening to Hurricane Drunk by Florence + the Machine