Personally, I like wearing my denim on my torso, as in I’m kind of obsessed with wearing denim jackets/ vests. I think my obsession began when I was in middle school, going to punk shows and becoming utterly infatuated with the guys and their denim vests covered in studs, patches, strips of fuzzy leopard fabric and shitty permanent marker scribbles of band names like “The Exploited” or “The Casualties”.
Wednesday, January 28, 2015
Denim Punk Jackets Without the Band Patches and Studs
Personally, I like wearing my denim on my torso, as in I’m kind of obsessed with wearing denim jackets/ vests. I think my obsession began when I was in middle school, going to punk shows and becoming utterly infatuated with the guys and their denim vests covered in studs, patches, strips of fuzzy leopard fabric and shitty permanent marker scribbles of band names like “The Exploited” or “The Casualties”.
Tuesday, January 20, 2015
Tough Girls Have Feelings Too
But this time, everything is different. This boy is something else. I kind of hate him because he's a jerk. But the more he pushes me away the more I adore him. Every second of my time is spent wondering what he's doing. What is he wearing? What is he eating? When is he going to text me?? Quite frankly, its an obsession.
I really shouldn't like him so much. He's the boy my mother told always told me not to talk to.
It drives me insane just thinking about him. Our relationship is complicated because we really have no relationship. We are not really friends? We are not really dating? We don't see each other very often and the majority of our communication is through text messages or social media. Not to mention we met through a dating app. Although in my mind I know this is going nowhere, I can't help but continue.
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