such a mess XD
I love me some Keichan. ♥ Also, I actually have Windows 7, but in an attempt to save my computers life I’ve turned all the fun and fancy displays off. Boh!
“Two gay Englishmen came to Gandhi in the 1930s and asked him what he thought of their relationship.
The Mahatma asked some questions and for a short time fell silent.
Then he said, “The greatest gift God gives us is another person to love.”
Placing the hands of each man in the other’s, he quietly and with a smile asked, “Who are we to question God’s choice?”- Via gay .org.uk
Despite my best efforts to appear as if I don’t care, I love fashion. I don’t give a flying fuck about the latest trends, or brands, or what size bag the latest celebrity wore to a day out shopping, but I do LOVE clothes. I love putting together outfits. I love wearing skirts, dresses, short shorts, tight jeans, everything. And yet I almost always hide in my comfort clothes. In my baggy t-shirts and baggy trousers. Remnants of another life where I needed to hide myself, but I don’t want to hide anymore. I don’t want to be ashamed about enjoying shopping. Misunderstand me in the right way, I don’t like shopping actually. I hate all the shoving people, the bitches thinking they’re the hottest thing on this earth, spending ridiculous amounts of money on a dress you’ll wear once, none of that. I don’t like any of that. I like shopping online, or in vintage-shops, or getting giant bags of clothes from my sister, gran, mother. Most of my wardrobe is second-hand. I used to be both ashamed and proud of this fact, but now I guess I’m used to it. So for the past couple of days I’ve re-decorated my entire apartment, my books, my shoes and I’m about to start on my wardrobe. It’s gonna take forever. :P I’m also gonna start making my own clothes. I mean, why not? If I can sew dresses for cosplay, why not for myself? :P
In short; I love fashion, but I hate spending money on it.
This is the best analogy in life.
Right before you get up your like:
then you finally are called to go up and your legs are like:
Then the audience is staring at you like:
and the others are like:
and your insides are like:
and then come the smart ass kids that ask questions:
at the end everyone just ends up clapping sarcastically like: