Best type?
The secret type.
J. Wheeler (Via)
YEESSSSSSSSSSSSSS.
It’s often the most simple things that make us happy beyond words.
I find shopping with my ridiculously racist grandmother makes my heart and soul sing. She’s a troubled lady, but a lovely one at that.
Does anyone notice how their sense of dress changes drastically in the matter of a couple of years?
I was going through my wardrobe like any well meaning heterosexual male does everyonce and a while. I HAD A TERRIBLE TASTE IN CLOTHING AS A LAD.
Looking back, I use to wear nothing but trendy surf brands. Ugh it pains me to even think about it- and the worse part? I thought I was so cool. Compared to what I wear now as a politically enraged seventeen year old, you know the basics, flannelette’s, skinny jeans (fuck off cunts), band T-shirts and god forbid, polo t-shirts.
No doubt I’ll look back as a grown man and think- “Fuck, I was a total faggot.”