TRULY LOST IN SPACE
Sometimes I feel so different, I don't give a shit about whatever's on the runway, I can probably only name 10 models, I hate Vogue & every other high fashion magazine, I hate the Chanel 2.55, I don't care about how expensive or branded your outfit is, I don't care about fashion week, I'm going for Henry Holland just for the sake of going, I hate going for pretentious fucked fashion parties, just throw me a dvd & some popcorn for fucks sake. I know what I like & dislike, you don't need to tell me which designer is good for my soul, I want to make real friends not throw hugs & air kisses everywhere, I'd choose tokyo over paris any day, I wear granny clothes and think the best feeling in the world is when you pick up a one-off item in a thrift store, I've never dreamed of being a Anna Wintour nor do I want to find a proper industry job, I love what I'm doing now, adults ask me what I want to do with my life I tell them I want to open a cafe selling fruit juice and travel the world with shawn, we'll busk when we've ran out of money - you play the guitar I'll be on tamborine, I'll give up anything for this, I could live like this forever...
Am I strange?
Am I strange?