holy hyperventilation.

we need these sequined harem pants (by topshop). every single, itty bitty part of us needs these.
soul-mate pants, are you out there? can you hear us? come to mama….
we will love you profusely, hang you after every wear, explore with you unchartered nuances of versatile expression and promise never to let anyone ever, ever borrow you.
if you like, you can even have the good pillow.