It’s like wearing Van Gogh ~
When I wear the wonderful accessories, the beautiful articles of clothing, the unique, original new ways to wear jewelry, I feel every smile and dream this artist had for that piece radiating into me. I know that there’s something much deeper than the physical aesthetic of the given item; there’s a deep, infinite universe of the endless imagination and love for their ability and craft written into every stitch, stroke, stick etc. There’s a living spirit of the beauty of life’s possibilities that I see and feel when I adorn these items you’ve made for me. When you’re so far away it hurts just to think about it for a second, these precious tokens of love keep me afloat in what we both know is a very dark, unforgiving, and relentlessly insidious world. A world that wants to bring people like us down; we weeaboo trash, we unique snowflakes, we cis/trans outcast, we pronounactive truscum constantly get thrashed about like a ricochet in this life between the world’s hoitee toitee assumptions and lack of tolerance and our own self-criticism. We never get a break… but knowing someone as strong as you, who pursues their dream. I’m privileged to wear these triumphant products of someone I admire and respect above most else in existence, these precious products that exist because you said fuck off the plank to the world and kept chugging along through the muck and mire. I wear these things with pride, love and joy, and I’ll shamelessly promote you til the day I die.
I love you so much Prince torajames. Stay awesome.
And a P.S. from Sami - ” I looked so adorable and girly with that star, staring at it up on my head, grinning like an idiot. It makes me so very happy. I just had to put my two cents in there, because I don’t have a lot of sense to give.”
P.P.S. whynoteventry <3