(wearing: thrifted over-sized knit and floral dress, Slash leggings c/o Crash & Burn, Demonia creepers, misc. child hood adornments)
These were taken the day I was cleaning out my closet and found the mother load of nostalgia inducing trinkets. Barbies with shaved heads, my little pony brushes, and a whole bunch of cheesy necklaces straight outta the 90's. It was a dream, and it drove me to dress like a little girl and go nuts with the self timer. Even the colors of the sunset seemed to match my outfit perfectly. I miss being a kid so much it hurts. Everything is simple, fun, adventurous, colorful, exciting, new. I may grow older (as we all do) but inside; I will forever be that awkward, sensitive, creative, curious ten year old that never stops questioning everything and finds solace in dreams and quiet moments alone with my journal.