Mall grunge at its worst. Thanks, Sears.
Which brings up one of my many pet peeves about the mainstreaming of grunge “fashion” (as we all know, the “grunge” style of dressing was begat by young people who lived in a cold, damp climate and didn’t have much money because they had shitty jobs or preferred to play in a band).
It’s the plaid-shirt-around-the-waist thing. If you ever wear a plaid shirt tied around your waist, the only reason should be that you started out wearing it earlier in the day and then you got hot, so you tied it around your waist so you didn’t have to carry it. THAT’S THE ONLY REASON WHY YOU DO THIS.
But with mall grunge, the shirt around the waist became an accessory. Look at this chick — she’s wearing a t-shirt with a plaid shirt over top and a jacket over top of that AND THEN a plaid shirt around her waist. She’s wearing four tops.
p.s. Also, another unpleasant ’90s trend — wearing lipliner two or more shades darker than your lipstick.
p.p.s. Waitaminute. Hold the fucking phone. I’ve been staring at this picture like one of those Magic Eye posters and I think I’ve discovered another layer. She’s wearing a jean vest over a hoodie over a plaid shirt over a t-shirt, plus the shirt around the waist. FIVE tops! Poor model must have been sweating like a beast under those lights.
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Courtship of the Peacock jumping spider in Australia.
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I think the answer here is obvious.
Broken Bride: Research: The Cretaceous
It seems to me kinda like There’s not too much the Time Traveler’d be able to accomplish besides a lot of hiding and running and cowering under a rock without being torn a new one, likely literally.
Greetings tumbly Tumblrs,
Having written fourteen chapters and a prologue of the novel, I’ve been spending this week fully submerged in the Cretaceous Period (145 to 65 million years ago). After ordering several science books on Amazon, I’ve been pounding through them, absorbing all I can and…
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Living
Stare at the sky, the sky.
Shed a tear.
Wither inside, die a little when I look to your eyes.
Drive me insane, run me ragged every day.
Love, we love like this.
Walk, walk, walk
a step closer to where I’m going.
Where am I going?
Why do I need to go there?
Because you said to?
Who are you?
Say you love me.
crawl, crawl, crawling in the gutter.
Drown in the rain.
floating, I’m floating in the sky, looking at my body
No one cries.
