I like pretty clothes. With frills, ruffles, and a general 'girly' aspect. They make me feel pretty and in general better about myself. The thing is though, I haven't worn any outside in ages. If I did then people would think I'm weird. They'd think I'm a freak. That I wasn't a boy. I do have quite a collection of pretty stuff though. It's strictly for looking at. If I put any of it on outside of my room, I'll just be stupid. That's what I used to say to myself every time I eyed a cute skirt in a store. Until my prince in shining armor arrived. When ever he sees me looking at something cute. He'll take it and put it into the cart. And say, "Clothes are meerly fabric," ~💜💀💜~ ~💛👑💛~ This two-shot is princxiety or princey x anxiety or Roman x Virgil. Anyways no hate. No characters belong to me in any way shape or form. A bit of swearing. A bit of rainbows. And a truck load of hoodies. No artwork is mine