double-standard?//idontcare

i know i say i don't like contrived things, but...

i'm definitely planning on making memories in this dress.




















(i know it is white. i know it is plain. but if you knew how it came about and were in my shoes, you would love it, too. i haven't even worn it outside of the store and i do believe it has already won my affection above all my other garments. it is a feast of joy every time i look at it and is a treasure to hold in my hands. not because of what it is but what it contains - like an old worn hankercheif your grandma wore constantly when she was your age, or a tattered, nearly falling apart handwritten note your beloved penned on binder paper... it doesn't matter what it looks like; it is the meaning infused within every square inch of its composition. that is what makes it precious. that is what makes the tears leak every time you remember its story.)





You have been the beauty in the song i sing
the fragrance of the rain