Libertine SS06
This is what the fourteen-year-old-you wanted to be in fourteen more years: mismatched, overaccessorized, and walking like you were the only girl on the runway.
You strung the beads together at summer camp, and defiantly wore them in the waning days of the city summer, looped across your body like candy ammunition. The hoodie belonged to your brother: a cast-off shoved into your backpack that you held for ransom for a week and a pack of cigarrettes. You bought the red lipstick with your babysitting money on a drugstore Sunday morning. And the dress was yours, all yours, scavenged from the thrift shop where you flitted back and forth between the racks like a magpie on crack cocaine, looking for your hard little crystalline jewels.
xo.
1 comment:
Ahhh I totally remember feeling like that! Sometimes I still do :).
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