10/01/2025
Emily ft. her new favorite sweater. Emily is currently mourning the momentary loss of said sweater as it is mercilessly tossed about the washing machine. Why did you need this collection of weathered red sweater sightings? Let a girl be vain for a moment. I am living my pretty princess dream life as an indiscernible figure sheltered in the faded red essence of someone’s Appalachian grandmothers future goodwill find. Each moment catapults us closer to inevitable ending of our present understanding and I choose to do so cloaked in the comfort of a sweater so large that I may appropriately conceal myself at any given moment and prevail in a game of hide and seek. Huzzah.
