aviator sunglasses and parliament cigarettes

so i get offended whenever anyone calls me emo or hipster. to be honest, i don't really understand.

but then i was shown this:



and compared it to this:



oooohhh nooooes!

so now i'm crying in my room while waiting for my hair to grow out and saving money so i can buy multiple collared polos. oh, yes. i cannot wait for the the day when it's cold enough so i can wear three polos at the same time and pop all the collars while wearing a pastel colored skirt with bees stitched to the bum*

without people judging me.

b/c then, and only then, will i be unrestricted by preset labels and my individuality will shine through...

or not.


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*accessorized with a pair of black leggings from the 80's