style_of_thing once again and so she wore her boots to work, because you could not see her feet in them. She tugged off tight black jeans and heaped colored belts with silver holes in them in corners. She straightened her hair and curled it under. Black mascara lengthening tips so broken and frayed. And there underneath. Her heart beat heavily. Thumping through thin cotton and denim. Booming out across black leather and orange purses. It was a be yourself, fight the world, bring peace to your soul, style of thing. 040720 ... tessa . 040721 what's it to you? who go blather from