#diary_✮, today’s little wave of mischief: looking shore-ly innocent with enough photographic evidence to make waves. call it shore misconduct, call it a current affair. either way, the tea has washed ashore. 🏄🏻♀️
spotted: miss independent with a ponytail tight enough to keep the family secrets in, denim doing the talking, and absolutely no shame in her game. the sidewalk’s my runway: the group chat’s my courtroom. guilty as couture (x♥︎.)
ms. blaire has once again made an appearance in everyone’s peripheral vision and, somehow, their entire conversation. a talent, really. sum call it coincidence; the rest of us have better things to call it.
my wardrobe’s giving understated elegance, my shirt’s giving absolutely no discretion, and my heart’s giving a rather embarrassing amount of affection. the verdict…? guilty as charged. mr. gabriel, consider this your very public appreciation post :p
