so, after two hours of an incredibly unproductive study hall, i lie here on my bed in a pair of wretched, ripped tights and my father's stained sweatshirt. I look like a hobo on the premises of an prestigiously expensive school, kind of uncanny isn't it.
that's besides the point.
what i really want to know is what is it about simplicity that catches our eye. it always gets us, usually morphing into a god-like inspiration that is unmistakably flawless. when has simplicity ever failed us?
i love you; three simple words.
the black dress; simplistic but beautiful answer to any fashion crisis.
a smile; most beautiful and most facile way to greet anyone, even a stranger.
why do these things seem to catch us every time? what draws us towards their simplicity while we yearn to move forward, advance into a society of more technologically and pathologically complex findings and behaviors? is it their anti-modern composition that makes us feel warm, welcome, and back home at a time that has ceased?
as the fashion industry keeps trying to move forward, drawing hair into elaborate and ornate creations and "high-heels" have lost their heels, i feel as if it's time to take a step back and elapse into the simplistic, joyous ways of life. Jeans and a white tee shirt hasn't been worn with confidence in quite a while around here and it's existence needs to become more prominent. it's the confidence that wears the outfit, it's the face that wears the confidence, and it's the personality that wears it all. why dress your exterior into advanced, complex, busy garments when a personality can create the most beautiful silhouette of all - no matter how simple it is.
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