Can't Help Myself
I'm listening to Last Dinosaurs and TDCC at 12 midnight; I would say I have reached a level of peace. That is until I resume my homework then I may cry and roll onto the floor.
It has happened I am in pants; and what's even more surprising is I wore pants three days in a row. Let's be real I don't think this has happened since my junior year of high school, that's like literally the pre-days before I started Brokehell.
Wow, I'm changing hardcore. Just kidding, this totally relates into my mad love for all things men styling. I've been looking all over the internet and stores for some pinstripe pants to match a top of mine and bam here we are.
Something about sagging my pants makes me feel so leisurely and free, maybe it's because my ass is about to hang out and that my friends is freedom right there.
Pinstripe pants + pointed heels + a classy grey hat how mobster could I get?
BANANA REPUBLIC PANTS