❛ i don’t ‘ dress to impress. ’ i dress to depress. i wanna look so good that people hate themselves. ❜
“And you thought that..” April pointed at him and eyed him up and down. “Jeans, your own personal hoodie, a headband that looks like you took too many scissors to it and a pair of..” She glanced down at his shoes. “…chucks get the seal of approval. Well done, my friend. Everyone you encounter will instantly regret life as they know it”













