going to a coffeeshop dressed like a beatnik almost feels a little too post-ironic. like at any given moment, i could start tapping on a couple of bongo drums, talking about jack kerouac, and reading off my tweets as if they were modern beat poetry... oh god.
while rummaging through the massive collection of moth-eaten garments at my local thrift store, i happened upon this sweater. it reminded me of something rivers cuomo (weezer frontman) would have worn in the mid-1990s when he was all cute and mopey...
autumn classes have started up again, which means i'll be spending the majority of my time treking across campus in impractical shoes and
crying studying at the library. but there is something undeniably romantic about the endless rows of dusty books - each one filled with the stains of a former student's blood and tears... the sweet smell of desolation...
sometimes i forget what it means to dress in a way that's 'seasonally appropriate.' is wearing a tulip print dress in september still considered okay or whatever?
the way of the vaselines is one of my favorite albums of all time, so i scoured down this shirt on ebay. (it's important to represent one's indiepop kid status.) nirvana even covered quite a few of their songs. *a cool tip for awkward social gatherings: start talking about kurt cobain's adoration for twee pop and see if anyone's brain explodes.* trust me, it's fun.