Tuesday found me dressed like a little french child, clutching my leather satchel and reading the phenomenology of a nun. The decrepit, old house played host to our photo shoot as well as throngs of mosquitoes, and they kept sucking at my temples while I picked apples and stood in the ivy and dead leaves under the trees. The entire place was dappled, and it smelled like fall, like burning leaves. It wasn’t bad for a Tuesday, and the usual creeping sense of dread stayed at bay. A boy that’s in both of my philosophy classes tried his best to tell me I always look “cute” but how he thought that “cute” was a stupid word and not what he meant at all. Then he said strange. Then he said interesting. But they he said, you know, “cute”. It was kind of endearing. He’s good at logic and knows more than I would expect about Kant off the cuff, so I think he’s alright. He’s not cute, but he’s smart, and that warms my heart.
tassle loafers, vintage
thigh highs, johnathan aston (i tore a hole in them the first day and now have to order another pair ><)
shirt… ?? it’s a mystery
necklace, UO (it’s my rabbit one, sorry no close up this time)
Oh! And I have a fantastic interview that just got posted today with the lovely Starrgirl on my blog! Definitely worth a read!
The Snowshoe Rabbit