The last great punk rock song before I unspike my hair and carry on, and I will wail about anarchy, drums will blare in rhythmic harmony - anti establishment just gets me no where fast and it’s the last great time I’ll try.
It was a quiet night. Late. Viktor knew he should have gone to sleep hours ago with his sweet Yuuri and Makkachin, but he just couldn’t. His mind was driven awake searching for ideas in his head for his choreography.
Oh man guys. I don’t think I shared with you that I got this really cheap leopard print and faux leather jacket, so that means some days I leave the house looking like this. Let me tell you, there is such freedom in willingly going into public looking like an idiot. I no longer know fear.
Editor’s Note: I’m currently enjoying a maternity leave to bond with my new baby! In the meantime, join me in a walk down memory lane as I highlight some of my favorite looks from this week last year (and earlier!) Want even more? Check out my FULL GALLERY from the past five years of outfit photos! Click any image to see the full post or see what’s up in real time via my instagram or facebook pages.