My housemate Laura is entirely responsible for this outfit. She sold me the dress, she let me wear the leggings (because she has the greatest blackmilk collection ever) and she gave me the detachable collar for my birthday. The shoes are mine I guess. And the glasses. Although Laura has the same ones with a different prescription.
I'm listening to 'Tomorrow' by Daughter.
By tomorrow I'll be left in the darkness,
amongst your cold sheets.
and your shoes will be gone,
and your body warmth no longer beside me.
But don't bring tomorrow,
'cause I already know
I'll lose you...