Weather and my clothing aren't enemies. They don't know eachother. My clothing isn't affected by the weather. I'm literally chilling in the store wearing a sweater, jeans, soft socks, converse, etc.
Yeah, you read right. A sweater. A real fluffy one, too. It says "California knows how to party."
If you still don't believe me, I'll take a picture. Seriously.
I've worn pants during the summer since I was five. I hate dresses, shorts, and skirts. Jeans, however, are bae. For life. Absolutely.
Fuck you, weather. Can't touch this! *hums that shit*
It's not just a sweater. It's a black sweater. A really fluffy one (I checked the tag to find this). Made of cotton and polyester. Y'all know dark colors absorb heat, but I can't feel that shit.
