Everybody has a thing, right? Everyone needs their little stuff that gets them by, makes them feel at home and okay.
Some people like everything in corners; some people like chewing their nails.
Somepeople like to shop and sing to themselves.
Some people just sit and watch.
Some people eat block upon block of cheese and think about their friend with bangs whose tombstone will probably read “went well with mature cheddar”.
Some people like cheesy pop tunes and make all of them rhyme with pooh.
And others of us like all of these things.
For me, today, the thing is the skirt.
Me and the skirt have hung out, hung in and laughed with each other.
The skirt is something that said:
Hello, i belong with you. I will never leave you and I will go with anything because I’m fabulous.
The skirt does not lie, it does not feign indifference towards how I feel and it does not make me answer questions about the why; wherefore and what have you.
So, today, me and the skirt are chilling.
The truth is, I’m exhausted. It’s been a fucker of a week and I can no longer go without some sleep.
So, as soon as I post this, I’m going for a nap.
Yes, with the skirt.
This might seem random to you. Maybe you think I’m crazy (you’d probably not be wrong) and maybe you think it’s a little pathetic.
To that, I say: this is my caring face.
After all, I’m just a girl with a skirt.
And every girl needs a skirt that makes her feel good enough again.
