because i don’t trust myself to take a picture of the dress right now cos i have dye all over my head here is a picture where the red scribbles represent tiny perfume bottles and confetti and other super girly gay shit please don’t be surprised if i 1. marry this dress and 2. this blog turns into a tribute to my new dress blog also 3. maybe i should buy another dress i mean the same dress but x2 so one dress is for important grown-up functions and the other one is for being wasted at 3am sitting on a curb wearing busted flip flops and crying.
