Growing up

Werk! Werk!! Werk!!!

Werk! Werk!! Werk!!!

If there is maybe one thing I'm known for (apart from my glasses, my stupidly high and unwarranted jumps, and maybe my obsession with monkeys) it would have to be that I'm more willing than most to stick my neck out in trying out pieces of clothing that only the ravers I know or the little child in me would wear in public (with glee) 

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