"Relaxation is my motivation."
Or something to that effect or degree or maybe even wholly seperate noun defined as in direct-relationto the previously inaccurate statement. Nevertheless, I'm still feeling chill in stickin to the innate uniform of summer time heatz again. And again it feels like the only right thing to do.
Right?
Funny story concerning the odd way in which some depict the "midly-illegal" manner in which I acquired this shirt, actually it's more or less funny depending on if you really care. So I found it in the locker room. And so I hid it, just in case if anyone was looking for it I was, you know, saving it for them? Next thing you know I discover it was one of my bestest friends shirt so when I kept/stole it, it was no big deal because we were friends.
Key word, WERE, because since I've borrowed slash stolen slash inaugurated it into the whole of my closet in indefinite return, we've stopped talking.
DIY/"I literally cut n' dyed them with my own two palms" Levi shorts, Made In Detroit tee, Michael Kors Blazer, Superga sneaks
You're right, that was in no way humorous. I apologize.
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