victory garden.

woo woopee! end of semester exams equals absurdly long self-imposed house arrest has finally ceased. although, depressingly somewhat, i still have a number of months before i can throw the black satin graduation hat up into starry starry freedom. nonetheless, i am thinking, as this date approaches, my wolf-child days are, as surely as the fact that the sun rises out of a purple thermal sleeping bag, over. or perhaps not entirely…i think that transitional periods are like watching water circles in your bathtub as the peaks and troughs get wider. the more you think about an idea, the bigger it gets. not resisting change and possibility and fascinatingly new worlds to which doors are unlocked by doing something clearly irresponsible such as eating random cookies simply because they say 'eat me’. especially if they are choc chip laced with green tea and mint. although i vehemently deny any association with the words “style chameleon” ie. feel sorry for the darls rushing to get (insert latest seemingly fabulous, but very soon to be over -if not already- trend), i do find it hard to compartmentalise myself into a neat little box or be bound by rules. i ask, well, why the fuck not? ive had sleepless nights over this. and wished i was back in the days of high school uniform wearing. seriously. but now that i have some spare tick-tock, i can finally attempt to curate a wardrobe. one filled with trackpants all shades of (insert colour). or white tees and denim.

xo

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