The best thing about fashion, so to speak, is when people just don’t care. It’s always the ones that don’t seem to realize how fashionable they really are that are, in fact, the ones making an impact on today. Maybe not just today, but in a way today is still going to be tomorrow, and the next day, and the next day, etc. With that 
said, a lot of people are really good at acting (or looking) like they don’t give a shit and don’t know how fucking awesome they look when really, it takes them at least an hour, and a massive pile or clothes on the floor beside them, before they can even step foot outside. From my experiences with friends, I can’t say that I know one person who truly doesn’t give a fuck and doesn’t even know why some may say that black and brown are a fashion faux-pas. Effortlessly cool really isn’t what we tend to think it is. I mean come one, fashion can only be fashion for what the beholder thinks it is. When I use the word “fashion” don’t go looking it up in the dictionary (ex: the make, form, or shape of a thing, or, the way in which something is made or done; manner) just take it as it is. There is no fucking way that somebody can actually define fashion. Truthfully, nobody can even define themselves.
It is a common mistake (that I, myself, do all the time) when somebody might think that they are being fashionable for wearing something they have never seen on anybody else or maybe even have made themselves. Well way to fucking go! Seriously though. But that’s not fashion. Nothing is. Nothing ever will be. And that is why fashion, as a word, a subject, a culture in its own sort of way, is just such an amazing thing. And by thing I think you know what I mean, or at least I hope you do.
said, a lot of people are really good at acting (or looking) like they don’t give a shit and don’t know how fucking awesome they look when really, it takes them at least an hour, and a massive pile or clothes on the floor beside them, before they can even step foot outside. From my experiences with friends, I can’t say that I know one person who truly doesn’t give a fuck and doesn’t even know why some may say that black and brown are a fashion faux-pas. Effortlessly cool really isn’t what we tend to think it is. I mean come one, fashion can only be fashion for what the beholder thinks it is. When I use the word “fashion” don’t go looking it up in the dictionary (ex: the make, form, or shape of a thing, or, the way in which something is made or done; manner) just take it as it is. There is no fucking way that somebody can actually define fashion. Truthfully, nobody can even define themselves.It is a common mistake (that I, myself, do all the time) when somebody might think that they are being fashionable for wearing something they have never seen on anybody else or maybe even have made themselves. Well way to fucking go! Seriously though. But that’s not fashion. Nothing is. Nothing ever will be. And that is why fashion, as a word, a subject, a culture in its own sort of way, is just such an amazing thing. And by thing I think you know what I mean, or at least I hope you do.
To be honest I’m not much of a writer, actually I never really write anything except for in my journal on those really shitty days or on facebook to people like Spirit, who are out 
experiencing life in a whole new world. To all those English teachers I had throughout high school, thank you. I know it’s pretty hard to tell (that I don’t write much at all) considering my excellent spelling skills as well as sentence structure and paragraphed choices yada yada yada but seriously, nobody really cares as long as something is readable. And I also hope you caught that sarcasm.
In the end, I don’t even know what this whole thing is about. No wait… that’s a huge fucking lie. Of course I know what it’s was about because I wrote it, right? But all I’m saying is, nobody understands anyone, ever. But at the very same time we all know exactly what each and every one of us is thinking. Thinking is a beautiful thing. To me it is more important than knowing, way more important. Everybody knows things, but do we all think things? Think about it.
Thinking is brilliant. So is the ocean, and the sky, and the light bulb lighting up this room. And so is every single fucking think in this world, whether we like it or not; it will always be brilliant. Brilliance is even brilliant.
experiencing life in a whole new world. To all those English teachers I had throughout high school, thank you. I know it’s pretty hard to tell (that I don’t write much at all) considering my excellent spelling skills as well as sentence structure and paragraphed choices yada yada yada but seriously, nobody really cares as long as something is readable. And I also hope you caught that sarcasm.In the end, I don’t even know what this whole thing is about. No wait… that’s a huge fucking lie. Of course I know what it’s was about because I wrote it, right? But all I’m saying is, nobody understands anyone, ever. But at the very same time we all know exactly what each and every one of us is thinking. Thinking is a beautiful thing. To me it is more important than knowing, way more important. Everybody knows things, but do we all think things? Think about it.
Thinking is brilliant. So is the ocean, and the sky, and the light bulb lighting up this room. And so is every single fucking think in this world, whether we like it or not; it will always be brilliant. Brilliance is even brilliant.
A.
Picture One: a beauty pageant slash parade in the streets of a small town in mexico
Picture Two: one of my personal favorites; a doorway in costa rica
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