Necklace: Etsy
Shirt: Thrifted
Shorts: Macy's
Socks: n/a
Shoes: n/a
Belt: H&M
Here in New Jersey, I am trying to make my way through school alive while avoiding the curse of the sweatpants. This is my record of my trials in fashion and my efforts to remain somewhat unaffected by the horrors of public school.


Fandom is creative and brilliant. We fall in love with these characters. We find something we like and we latch onto it, giving a thousand new lives to the creations of other authors through art and our own writing. We are obsessive and possessive and a little insane. We spend hundreds of dollars and hundreds of hours making costumes accurate even down to the type of polish used on the shoes. Fandom teaches you how to feel, at least for others. You know you’ve got empathy when the mere mention of a character’s name can send you into hysterics. You live and breathe with these characters; so much so that you could swear they actually were alive. You have headcanons, ships, OTPs. You have pterodactyl noises, table flips, and Universal Stares of Heterosexual Longing. You have fanon and canon, fanfiction, fanart, OCs and OOC. Het, slash, yaoi, IRL, and those people you just want to shake some sense into because you love them so much but they’re just so dumb. There’s cosplay, roleplay, and post-con depression. It’s a worldwide society of total losers who have their own language of barely punctuated exclamations separated by paragraphs of beautifully constructed sentences.


