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Flash Poetry #002

some days i feel heavy weighed down by the balancing act between my means and my ideals some days i feel useless like i’m ice skating uphill into the wind that blows hard against change some days i feel hopeless like nothing i can do makes any difference to the ever-perpetuating function of society’s machine

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(What) Do Clothes Maketh the Woman?

For years, I loved to dress in vintage reproduction clothing.  Nothing made me happier than circle skirts and wiggle dresses, cat-eye liner, red lipstick, and a mini-pomp.  I followed vintage bloggers, collected vintage jewelry and clothing, and aspired to be as pin-up as possible. Recently, however, (and by recently, I mean September/October of 2016, so… Continue reading (What) Do Clothes Maketh the Woman?