I don't care what happens, this skirt will always be the one that a particular boy liked me best in. Some garments become attached to certain memories and can't be separated. I don't think that's a bad thing though. I like the way I can remember things I felt or did just by pulling on a dress or a pair of shoes. I don't think I'm romanticizing anything. The boy always was and is bad news and when he pays a compliment it's not sweet at all. But sometimes I like to remember disgusting things idiot friends say to me.
skirt - jack by bb dakota, tights - target, boots - thrifted, chambray shirt - thrifted from boys section, purse - vintage dooney & burke, axe - hardware store