LA GRANDE ILLUSION

Topman top / Head outerwear / H&M bottom / Adidas Superstar

En route to adulthood, next right back to juvenescence: a lachrymose carousel jaunt — an attraction and contraption of irony. With birthday subterfuge and delirium circumnavigating I've acquired that 1. if I had a dollar for every "You're so young for the blogging scene" queries I'd make a king's ransom, 2. you ought to be more extortionate: from retail therapies to food crawls, and 3. skin care necessitates itself — Lady Gaga's Perfect Illusion elicit.

A Melanie Martinez stan nonetheless an anti set-up — throwback to splendor American Horror Story curtain call (2014) — cue for a coming of age mantra: "Everything changes" — carousel satire, how inopportune. Perhaps wishing to be in my pubescent years is the palpable perplexity — zits there, school works everywhere — rather than my nonage sartorial lust: my dad's closet over character clothing. Mindsets are everything, do yourself a partisanship: comprehend open-mindedness.

And just like that, Taylor Swift's "Fifteen" may be germane to my life — minus the sugarcoated teenage love anecdote superseded with ACADS. For all of the culpability and corollaries of procrastinating: binary the due papers, and straight on 'til morning — bias humdrum school locus, thank you very much: essay writing is my forte. So with that, lo and behold a crammed belated birthday narrative — self-congratulatory with a side of siomai and Potato Corner — and a week lacuna c/o school stress. Over and out.