i don't mean to be dramatic, but if you could boil my very aura down to its essential elements and then reconstruct those mercurial intangibles into a pair of shoes, this would be it.
if anyone needs me, i'll be staring at my bank account and intermittently scribbling furiously on a piece of scrap paper, trying to see if i can justify an eight hundred dollar pair of flats.
(via
charlotte olympia)