Folu is fucking brilliant.
Folu decided she wants to carry pics of me in her wallet so I became a huge twat and just kept sending her ones.
Obviously I meant sweater vest micro minis with a tie as a belt.
Obviously.
I wish Folu and I had thought of this. Maybe then I could drag her out tonight…
I’m glad one of my friends understands that crucial douche to roofie quotient.
Sometimes I wish I were independently wealthy so I could afford to gift my Boston bestie with a blazer as perfect and stunning as this.
Folu and I are one and the same.
We found love in a hopeless place (Boston/Tumblr).
I gotta testify, come up in the spot lookin' extra fly...
