Torture

The past couple of months I have been living like a pauper in order to save money because I'm spending next semester in Spain ("the dollar's been slapped around so hard, it's asking the euro for a safeword"). This has proven to be a bitter pill to swallow, because the only thing that got me through my hellish summer of waitressing was the visions of shopping like a madwoman come autumn. I know I know poor me, I'm spending three and a half months in Europe so I cant buy new clothes. Life's tough. In order to satiate my appetite for fashion, I like to look at clothing porn, aka LookBook.

I want tennis shoes

Show me cardigans and black tights and I'm happy.