bad kids

there are days i just want to be trashy. i just want to wear leather and fishnets and lots of eyeliner and patent leather heels. i want to feel more badass than i am. i guess it's pretending.. does anyone else ever feel like that? i want to wear this in public (fishnets, huge heels, little to no jewelry, dark purple lipstick, a black bandeau, and my leather jacket, leatherette high waisted shorts) but i know my mother would never let me out of the house.

i think i'm going to start adding soundtracks to my posts, since the names of them are always from songs anyways.

i feel like my outfit would be complete with a cigarette. i really love the look of smoking, and however bad it smells, it tastes good. bah humbug. it's just parisian and sexy and i don't know. 

(wilma & winston, little plastic horses, just mok3y, kids with guns)

i guess this is typical angsty teenage something post.

i apologize if this is a completely  new side to those who don't know me well. i kind of created a lady-like image and i still am there's just moods, y'know? i get them frequently, actually.

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