I have this thing with cropped jeans, but in winter I also have this thing with cold feet, so I can’t show off my ankles. The solution? But not randoms socks, I’m talking about those striking handmade velvet(!) beauties by Simone Wild.
How true is this? For so long I thought I had to accomplish certain things by certain mile markers in my life. But life is not broken up so rigidly. What a perfect reminder that our aspirations are actually limitless.
So deeply felt is a burden, nothing else. To feel so deeply makes me frown. Deeply felt is a sin. Feeling deeply a tragic curse. To feel so deeply as to be scarred by everything left to be just a mark.