In an attempt to shake up the teeming stagnation, ambiguity and self-faithlessness I’ve been feeling lately (quarter-life catastrophe #527 blah blah blah), I embraced spontaneity (a rarity) and got Felicity’ed. Exit: half a foot of locks. Enter: peach ends and a feeling of lightness and liberation.
Here it is with a hat on:
Go on, just try to not strut down your own private catwalk to this song: ((Calvin Harris ft. Florence Welch – Sweet Nothing))