GaranceDoré.
Vancouver's weather never feels hot enough to wear dresses like this every day. I'm in dire need of sweltering heat. You know the kind where you feel mildly suicidal about having to wear clothing that separate your legs from each other - OH! the thought of the fabric clinging to your sweaty legs. Hello commando. Yes, dresses. Savior to my Summers. To feel again: sweating while standing, pores throbbing from perspiration, melting ice cream before it touches your tongue.
I'm completely glorifying what people are dying to get away from back in the East Coast humidity.
Me, however, ship me back. Please. I'm dying to feel my skin fry.
I'm completely glorifying what people are dying to get away from back in the East Coast humidity.
Me, however, ship me back. Please. I'm dying to feel my skin fry.
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