twenty3. seattle. medium tall. thinker, dreamer, writer, photographer (sometimes at the same time, sometimes not). believes in heaven and the living God. seeks beaches, museums, playgrounds, malls, markets, home. expert bargain hunter, secret keeper, & food devourer by day and a movie fanatic (rom-com and ones related to spies or superheroes), tv show/music/k-drama addict, & food devourer by night. sometimes a bad friend, but a good listener. iced vanilla lattes. frank lloyd wright. dr seuss. serious sweet-tooth: cotton candy & haribo anything. big city girl stuck in a small city world. always wants to make sense of the things that don't make sense. flawed to the core but she is loved. the 1 corinthians 13 kind of love.
I’m NOT a fan of the drop-crotch pants.
(1) It looks like you took a dump in your pants and didn’t want to clean it up.
(2) It makes you look short because it hangs so low, giving the illusion that your legs start 3/4 of the way down your body.
No thanks. But the blazer is cute.
