Oh, hey, there are my arms. The spring season can be so frustrating sometimes. Spring is often portrayed as green grass growing, flowers blooming, sun shining, which leads you to forget snow was ever around. Until it's slapping you in the face, making your mascara run and the feeling of betrayal burns so deep you curse the sky. This was yesterday. Yes, it snowed heavily, briefly and was gone by afternoon, but that cold north wind lingered, whipping up the betrayal again and again. Sigh. The pitfalls of spring.
Necklaces: probably Claires
Once finals are done I won't be so morose, I promise.