As a person with an unimpressive chest area, I get easily amused by big boobs. Maybe it’s a nature thing, or maybe it’s a myth that only guys like boobies, anyway, my point being is that when I see an outfit on chictopia or lookbook with a nice percent of cleavage showing, all I wanna write in the comments is “BOOOOOBS”. And it’s an obsessive compulsive thing, I have an itch to write it every time, but I don’t, because the girl might get offended or accuse me of objectifying her…
Nice word though “objectifying”, it has a ring to it. I have a sense that people are using it way too often and for no need, other than being a smart ass. And what’s wrong with someone finding you hot, regardless of whether you’re an intelligent human being, who raises money for baby deers and feeds the poor. I wouldn’t mind someone having low expectations of me and finding me attractive. You can never go wrong with low expectations. If you ever screw up, people will be like “meh, we knew you suck, all is good” and then you’d go on with your lives and everybody will be happy….but maybe that’s just me…
Fashiony part: Turns out dressing grunge is pretty easy. You just put whatever feels comfortable, looks trashy and whatever boyfriend finds repulsive, and voala, off you go into the big wide world, like the gentle social butterfly you’re not.
Rammstein are coming! Only two more months and I’ll be able to see Till Lindemann’s beautiful blue eyes through the magical prism of booze.
BTW, that’s a totally legit outfit in the middle of Summer, yup, nothing to worry about, the Apocalypse is right behind the corner.
Hat- H&M, cropped t-shirt- DIY, plaid shirt- Cichic, high waist shorts- nowistyle.
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