OOTD - All we are is Dust in the Wind

Does anyone know a good rain dance? This has got to be the driest year on record (a quick Google search confirmed it is not the driest year on record). As you can tell from the brittle ass trees in the back ground - it is arid AF. Everything feels parched, like the whole city has dry mouth. It is dustier than a French kiss from a Mummy in the desert in July. Should we sacrifice a virgin? Or does that only work for volcanoes? Either way, I don't know any virgins. 

Well this was the outfit I was going to wear for Mother's Day Brunch - except my mom decided she was too cool for me and 'made other plans'. Whateves, I mean, who needs the love of a mother? I'll just take the macaroni off the card I made her and have it for dinner. Boom! Life Hack! When no one loves you eat your feelings. 

This tulle skirt reminds me of strawberry milk. Both are delightful. Ok - check out my shadow in the pic above, it looks like the wispy witch from a story you'd tell around a campfire while holding a flashlight under your chin as a coyote howls in the distance. It (I) will haunt your dreams so hold in your pee until morning. 

                                                                                       Can you tell I'm pushing out my boobs? No? Siiiggghhhh...

                                            Kids, don't do drugs and graffiti or you'll end up with something that looks like a duck fucked Homer Simpson