




This is a shirt I stole from my boyfriend awhile ago. It’s an older one of his so it’s really soft. Even though I don’t know what the print on it is all about, I like to think of it as some metaphor for the death of all things submissive.
On a different note. I fell on the subway steps this morning. How mortifying. Everyone’s staring at you with concerned looks, and I’m just like, “laugh at me! someone laugh at me for the love of god, pleeeaase!!!”

This is beaut!