Hey y'all.
Went to the mall today. Of course I didn't have any money but it doesn't hurt to look, atleast that what they say. I on the other hand, disagree.
Window- shopping is dangerous, it leaves you wanting lots and lots of stuff and feel bad because you're not the saving-money-every-month kinda gal'.
Like today for example, once again I saw the shoes I wanted to buy a few weeks ago. Black, high-healed and drop-dead-sexy.
And this pink, amazing shirt/blouse...
And you have no idea how much I hate the colour pink but that skirt...DAMN!
So this is me. My friends call me Sickan, Im 18, lives in Sweden and is a writing shoppoholic that loves her friends and to spend cold rainy nights in a warm bed, reading a horror or thriller book. Id never admit that I love Harlekin love novels
or that my veins turn to ice everytime Im supposed to get vaccinated or just anything that involves needles.
Went to the mall today. Of course I didn't have any money but it doesn't hurt to look, atleast that what they say. I on the other hand, disagree.
Window- shopping is dangerous, it leaves you wanting lots and lots of stuff and feel bad because you're not the saving-money-every-month kinda gal'.
Like today for example, once again I saw the shoes I wanted to buy a few weeks ago. Black, high-healed and drop-dead-sexy.
And this pink, amazing shirt/blouse...
And you have no idea how much I hate the colour pink but that skirt...DAMN!
So this is me. My friends call me Sickan, Im 18, lives in Sweden and is a writing shoppoholic that loves her friends and to spend cold rainy nights in a warm bed, reading a horror or thriller book. Id never admit that I love Harlekin love novels
or that my veins turn to ice everytime Im supposed to get vaccinated or just anything that involves needles.