Everything comes from thrift shops. And from where? From England. Fucking England, where everything is grungey and pretty at the same time and I wants it. Well, not really. I think I dress well for what I have but seeing half my friend's things, I turn into a fashionaholic, I don't own enough clothes, monster. Not entirely. But in my head a bit. Maybe just a teensy bit. And I love floral, and I'm just being a tad silly right now.