HONK IF YOU WERE THERE.

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Been trying not to give into the madness all around or succumb to the grief in the living room. I keep just showing up instead of hiding, but I do think hiding sounds nice.

Anyway, some dude hit on me in the elevator while I was dressed like Prada Smurf and it made me smile. Not at him, mind you — but on the inside. (We aren’t smiling back at men right now.)

Prada
G-Star Raw

Pretty Baby time.