i'm 100% unabashedly in love with cat sweatshirts. (i own seven now.) this one was an exceptionally good find - note the pink bow, floral print, and leaf detailing. and although you can't really tell, the white cat is covered in glitter... glitter.
um, hi. i'm just sobbing over how perfect molly ringwald's wardrobe is in pretty in pink (lace collars, floral vests, ill-fitting cardigans) and throwing popcorn at the screen because john hughes managed to sum up my entire high school existence within the first five minutes.
"have you been asked to the prom?" "no, not yet."
dressing in a slightly glorified catholic school uniform and feeling pretty 'virgin suicides.' writing daydreams in diaries, growing seahorses inside drinking glasses, and sneaking onto rooftops to fool around with boys. the tragic deterioration of youth. the imprisonment of being a girl.
“added to their loveliness was a new mysterious suffering, perfectly silent, visible in the blue puffiness beneath their eyes or the way they would sometimes stop in mid-stride, look down, and shake their heads as though disagreeing with life.”
-jeffrey eugenides, the virgin suicides