Everything about her is calculated, every word carefully measured, every smile perfectly placed. She sits upright. Always prim, always proper, always perfect. Even her smiles are a little bit frozen, lest they take over and ruin her face. This girl, there’s a soul in there somewhere and she’s hellbent on hiding it, lest, heaven forfend, you know who she is. Sometimes, she dances. In her head. When no one’s looking. Watch as she sits on the side by herself, her hands clenched white on the edge of her chair, as if fighting the urge to get up and dance. Watch as she sits there, her feet tap like dancers when she knows you’re not looking. Watch her eyes as she struggles to keep her composure, watch her die a little inside every time. Watch her. Watch her dance, watch her dance in the dark by herself. Watch the dead girl get up and dance.
They’re our Limited Edition socks that we only stock for short periods of time. They’re about $25 a pair versus the $7 per pair we normally sell. Gotta grab a pair while you can!
Hope that helps,
Stay regular super stoner~
fucking holy fucking shit
I NEED THOSE WEED SPACE SOCKS PLZ BIRTHDAY GODS OMG