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photos by the porte-plume.wearing hakei neon pink skinny jeans, vintage french striped sailor top, thrifted black boyfriend blazer, target dusted pink feather earrings and navy blue legwarmers, dorothy perkins nude clutch, and zara wedge ankle boots.
this has been played without stopping during work this past week. i found it only necessary to share it with all of you in hopes of getting it out of my head for at least an hour or two. all you need to hear is the chorus and it will remind you of tarzan. wait for it, you'll see.the past few days have been spent sitting in pickle juice, eating mint chocolate hershey kisses, and continuing to obsess over a video containing red pandas playing in the snow. i've been herding dwarf bunnies around my backyard, visiting with old favorites in a dusty hookah bar, and proving my own beginner's luck wrong. oh, and i've been learning how wonderful a three dollar sandwich of pulled pork from hog heaven can be. but in other news, this weekend brings the welcoming of a new little man in the world, a festive festival of festivities, and winter windy afternoons. i'm loving that netflix acknowledges the old rudolph and santa's surprise videos, and i'm loving that i have nothing else to say because i'm too preoccupied with watching that 70s show christmas episodes. more from me soon.






breathe peace.