Last night I saw The perks of being a wallflower. It was less amazing than the book, but super duper amazing all the same. My favourite was Patrick, he was the most amazing. I cried so much, pretty much the whole time. The book made me fell sad all the way through, but happy at the same time. So I was left with a warm kind of melancholia that would only go away by watching New Zealands next top model.
SO. I have some outfits to show you. Some of them eh, not so exciting, bit whatevs brah!!
my friend's faerie party:
(I was the villian and I scared myself. I am also now scared of showers, the song ring-a-ring-a-rosy and playgrounds.)
outfit (ignore mega creepoid expression)
detail on vintage shirt:
what I wore to perks of being a wallflower:
beanie: knitted especially for me
shiva and jade necklaces: gift
shirt: scored it from my friend
shorts: stole them off a clown.
me singing video games at school:
just look at the adoring crowd.
truly truly inspiring. I could write a symphony for these shoes, and I will once I pay 160 bucks for them.
tshirt:dangerfield (its molly ringwald!)
necklace: my little yellow dinosaur Shirley.
totally scored at dangerfield sales today. Got a Tavi shirt/dress. Now I can finally wear her face!!!!1