One flew over the Daniela's nest.
I'm probably one of the spaciest people I've ever met. This often manifests itself physically, and the result is a sometimes beautiful but mostly WTF catastrophe. Like how I forget to brush my hair so that it inevitably resembles a bird's nest, and not in the cool way like they do in high-gloss magazines where the model's are like, "Sorry I forgot that brushes are a thing," and you're like, "That's okay, model." Or like how I think sweatpants, classy tops, and sherpa varsity jackets are items you can wear together, because I forget that other people exist, and they have eyes, and they can see me. I'm just cuckoo for kookiness, all the time, one hundred percent.
You see? I don't even pay attention to the shit I say.
BDG varsity jacket.
Mango crop top
My hair. With birds put on it.