Can we just stop pretending that skinny jeans are a good look on anyone? Can we just band together and go for a boot cut, please? Ladies?

Take care of your costume and your confidence will take care of itself.

This blue shirt I have is practically the same color as my jeans, and looking all-blue is something only cookie monster can pull off.

Rag & Bone is a big part of my closet. I just really like how their jeans fit; I wear them a lot, and I think they make really cool staple pieces.

Any girl with a grin never looks grim.

You cannot choose your face but you can choose your dress.

An old fashioned outfit is not a costume, it's a comedy.

The holes in my jeans ans the holes in my boots make me whole!

You hand fits in mine like its made to be but bear this in mind it was meant to be and I'm joining up the dots with the freckles on you cheeks and it all makes sense to me. I know you've never loved the crinkles by your eyes when you smile you've never loved your stomach or your thighs and the dimples in your back at the bottom of your spine but I love them endlessly.I won't let these little things slip out of my mouth but if I do its you oh its you they add up to and I'm in love with you and all your little thing. You can't go to bed without a cup of tea and maybe thats the reason that you talk in you sleep and all those conversations are the secrets that I keep though it makes no sense to me. I know you've never loved the sound of your voice on tape you never want to know how much you weigh you still have to squeeze into to your jeans but you're perfect to me. I won't let these little things slip out of my mouth but if its true its you its these they add up to and I'm in love with you and all you little things. You'll never love yourself half as much as I love you and you'll never treat yourself right darlin' but I want you to if I let you know I'm here for you then maybe you'll love yourself like I love you ohhhhh. And I've just let these little things slip out of my mouth cause its you oh its you its you they add up to and I'm in love with you and all your little things I wont let these little things slip out of my mouth but if its true its you its you they add up to and I'm in love with you and all your little things. <3.

Shirts and jeans litter the asphalt, the empty fabric limbs askew as if they're attempting to escape. Blood smears Sarah's lips as she struggles against the chest of a dirty looking man with a beard. Terror. Terror is the only word my mind can seize on and it forgets what it means. I forget how to think - to move.