The “I’m busy” jiggle, in which you tell a needy bae that you’re busy as you soar from your front door to your bed.
All I ask is that you familiarize yourself with these hats first, before you decide to blindly reach for the nearest beanie. Really, that’s all.
Our obsession with abs is disgusting.
All I ask is that you shake your skinny jeans off, in favor of these.
When you get a haircut tailored to emphasizing your beard.
I present to you the one-off shops, some with secret sales, others selling discounted vintage clothing, that you haven’t heard about.
I mean, really: what’s the worst that could happen? Someone mistakes me for a high school student and I get carded? I think I’ll take my chances…
1. The I-don’t-have-a-boyfriend jean.
You become a one-person advertisement for Aquaphor.