ELLOHA. So I hate labels and stereotyping as much as the next modern alternative teenager, but I feel like the ' Super hot space alien sea punk tumblr aesthetic neo-90s Brooke Candy look' is becoming a not so slender slither of a mouthful. But perhaps that's the beauty of this aesthetic, in the words of Warsan Shire 'you are terrifying and strange and beautiful something not everyone can understand.'
Nah, I'm pretty sure I just don't know the name.
Henceforth, my pillaging and plundering of the cyberspace shopping mall has brought me to a secret mecca of (insert official style title here) clothes. And I am buying everything.
Oh I need a dollar dollar a dollar's what I need. This dress is the definition of divine, simply because it is so perversely tacky it is actually classy. It is enough to make even the Brooke Candiest of white trash ratchet stripper rappers weep with aesthetic pleasure and I want to own it purely for the purpose of wearing it back to my old school's fancy Summer Ball paired with a duo of gold hoops, a side pony and a permanently extended middle finger.
Hot. The shirt looks like My neice made it out of tissue paper and cellophane in her nursery art class and the tweed skirt is 80% Cher from Clueless, 10% crime scene tape and 10% my grandma's smart jackets.
Anyone who reads my blog will be aware that I have a fetish for fur clothes, especially less conventional fur items. If you're aiming for the psychedelic cave man on acid look then this is the skirt for you.
Hey there sexy space alien babe, will you beam me up and dissect my organs AFTER we've made sweet alien love?
Mohair? I think you mean Woah-hair. Winter nights out without the need for a jacket...your life will never be the same again.
Remember these? My sexy pink version of this remained a faithful and loyal swimming bag until the end, when I accidentally betrayed it in a tragic accident with an unusually sharp pair of safety scissors.
THE END
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