i'm minorly obsessed with owls, grey, astrology, milk, left-handedness, oscar-bait, songs that end with long orchestral bits, avoiding all cancers, soap operas, flying, slang, thursdays, wet hair, philadelphia, "festa del cinema" instead of "festival del cinema", and always roman wild.
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I’m gonna get made fun of for this but FUCK. THIS DRESS. <3
WANT.
Oh god, I can already tell today will be the day of tshirt lusting. I’m a sucker for shirts.
For obvious reasons, this is my new favorite shirt. It’s delightfully appropriate attire for any number of rage-inducing activities, such as sitting in Los Angeles traffic jams or obtaining a graduate education. ’Twas a gift from the incomparable Christopher Price, who gives awesome presents and is also good at ordering you a mushroom-olive-and-green-pepper pizza from 3,000 miles away when you’re freaking out about midterms and are unable to make food-related decisions. That was helpful.
WANT. WANT THIS SHIRT SO BAD. WANT WANT WANT.
