a l'aurore je suis née, baptisé de rosée.

gap sweater/ thrifted belt/ diy shorts/ lucky flats

pretty spring weather and the flowers are a-bloomin'. whenever i see roses i can't help but softly sing 'mon ami la rose' by francoise hardy softly to myself. so haunting and beautiful. and needless to say i was stoked to finally be able to wear the shorts i destroyed! for some reason short shorts that hit the natural waist are so much more sexy and feminine than normal cutoffs. and they do wonders for da butt. try it. you'll see. 

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