Aww gosh, it's like you can cut the Awkwardness with a tenderly grooved butter knife.
First, I would just like to apologize for my uncanny behavior in my recent uncalled for absence in abandoning the likes of home sweet home, unsavory weather and its compatible internets. I blame the foregin parodical paradise I was bitterly entrapped in in which case all that lush majestic beauty bs provided ill in befitting of a modern inclination towards redefining the term "Vacay" as one entitled to hot weather, wifi, hot guys, wifi, a hotly contested view and more wifi. But apparently those things rarely subsist in Latin bliss.Thus far, the endeavor is a work in a very banal state of progress.
But let's not dwell on the past you Debby Downer, you. Focus on what I'm wearing right now. Yes, a dress I tell you, a dress!
I mean, it is #BTSM right. For those not well educated in the writs of Instagram nation, this is an informal and thereby unlikely actuality yet likely illegal extension of Teen Vogues signature summers end kick-in-the-ass/kick-start to back to school shopping in style. In which occurance, school becomes much more of a sickening reality at the similar rate as high school dropout culture in an exponential increase in attractive quality.
Who needs edumacation any who?
Topshop dress, Gap denim jacket, Converse sweatshirt, wannabe-Balenciaga-but-really-Steve Madden bootays.
Well that was fun. See you in three weeks! Jk I'm totally bulls**ting you, I wouldn't do that.
Haha, never again.
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