Something tells me I should just walk out of class.
Does polyvore increase my fashion lust? Not really. Not when the tights I'm picking out are Alexander McQueen crystals, or when i seldom even wear dresses, let alone something prim and pretty by Marc Jacobs. These clothes are not for me. But polyvore never pressurises me to buy, and polyvore never reminds me how much things cost. It is like a loving rich auntie letting me play in her walk-in wardrobe. After it's over I can climb out of the glamour and back into my greys and blacks, and life is not more dreary, but more beautiful.
Do you know, do you know? I hide in fantasies 98% of the day.
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