I’m like a book. Some people interpret me by the cover. Some people just love me for it. There are those who travel in me. There are those who travel with me. Some people don’t understand me. There are those who never tried. There are those who always wanted to read me. There are those who never cared. Some people read and didn’t like it. And there are those who read it and fell in love. <3
Clothes are inevitable. They are nothing less than the furniture of the mind made visible.

