vintage top, thrifted boots , belt, and shorts, euphoria bag
Found out I am anemic, yesterday. Guess that just makes me passably more goth without even trying. Unless these pills help, I now shrewdly have a bona fide excuse to be an irritable and tired little brat. "Sorry, it's just my anemia acting up. I can't help it."
But seriously, this shirt. I forgot about this little number. I color coordinate my closet (don't we all?) and I think this top was hopelessly squeezed between two much larger red tops that bullied this one into a merciless red fabric sandwich. Poor guy. After making a pile of unwanted clothing the other day, it finally got a chance to breathe and grabbed my attention along with it. BAM. Get on muh body! Before it gets too hot! Speaking of heat, look at this: