Fringe jackets are the fucking worse. I ain't never met someone who wore one that I liked.
I dunno, she just ... didn't really give a fuck? She was into doing whatever little girly shit she liked, and she weren't ashamed of it and didn't make excuses for no one. And she took care of me. I mean, it takes balls to come to a punk show wearing all the lame clothes she always wore, but she did it anyway and not a single fuck was given.