Astrid Said “not The Sweaters” Sldkjfsd Pls - Blog Posts

"you can never have too many crops! i practically live in them when the weather is warmer plus you can make them work with almost anything." salem nodded in agreement. it was typically the most normal day to day things like a shopping trip with a friend that made her feel content. though she was slightly distracted from her own personal relationship drama she truly was enjoying astrids company. "a crop top with low rise jeans and a faux fur coat is very it girl of you...look at you turning into an insta baddie on me!" she let out a giggle at the thought. "actually, i think it's criminal we have to do brat summer in the freezing cold but props to you for keeping it alive." salem could feel astrid's slight judgement from the sweaters but she couldn't blame her. truthfully she needed to put something slutty on and hit the club. "it's just leon he'll be fine." she replied dismissively before changing the subject. "this is more important anyways. i should ditch the sweaters shouldn't i?"

                 ⋆.˚ ❝  ok…  on-trend  is  always  a  plus..  i  don’t  know..  i’m  already  pretty  fond  of  crops  —  my  ass  does  look  great  though.  ❞  she  trusts  salem’s  taste,  it  was  impossible  not  to  when  the  woman  looked  and  dressed  as  well  as  she  did.  with  one  that  spent  most  time  prioritizing  comfort  over  necessarily  looking  her  best  these  trips  always  felt  just  a  bit  wasted  on  astrid  but  she  did  love  finding  club  outfits  that  toed  the  line  of  being  just  a  bit  too  much.  was  this  so  different?  it  was  just  a  little  brighter  out.  ❝  y’know  what  !  screw  it.  i’m  getting  these  jeans  if  nothing  else  these  would  kill  at  the  club.  a  faux  fur  coat…  i  just  got  this  new  crop  that’s  practically  a  bra  at  this  point…  i’ve  been  streaming  365.  whatever  !  ❞  she  tosses  a  shrug  at  salem,  grabbing  the  additional  pants  hanging  in  the  changing  room  and  shuffling  out  as  she  riffled  through  the  clothes  she’d  already  tried  on  —  picking  among  the  tops  she  was  surely  going  to  keep;  her  eyes  falling  on  salem’s  collection.  ❝  ok  your  turn  !  what  are  we  looking  at…  are  those  all  sweaters  ?  and  please  feel  free  to  pick  up,  well  unless  it  was  a  scammer  i  guess.  ❞ ─ ✶⋆.˚