socks: Fräulein Prusselise, shoes: Swedish Hasbeens, dress: second hand, bag: local shop

Sometimes I like to look at myself and try to do a Freudian analysis why exactly I love this children’s cute aesthetic so much. Then I remember I kinda hate Freud most of the times and I just love cute stuff because its colours and ridiculous shapes reflected back to me from the mirrors and windows I pass by whenever I feel terrible or good or tired or whichever never case to make me laugh because look at those dog faces?