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a damn fine coat w/a dash of existential despair

Evening folks! I want to share two things with you, the first being today's outfit, and the second being a little essay thing I wrote last night in a moment of existential despair about the future of society (in place of Louise's trivia). So, here's the outfit ~



I feel a little like Cat from Eastenders in this coat (and I love it!). The cords and crazy shirt really liven up the coat in my opinion. 



Outfit details:
Coat - Primark via charity shop
Top (underneath) - Miss Selfridge
Shirt - ASOS via charity shop
Cords - vintage via @vintageousrags on Depop
Socks - unknown (from the Portsmouth Vegan Festival)
Shoes - Dr Martens


Without the coat!



It's a Louise-tradition to always do a 'silly one' photo-wise, so here we are, my favourite silly pose. I also really love the light here, the Sun, honestly is just the best (and extremely necessary). 

And now for my thoughts:

It’s absolutely terrifying: the world in which people like you and I are morphing into fully-formed humans is so destabilised, there are so many conflicting ideas, so much hate, illness, divorce, discontent. And yet we see so much kindness, compassion for humans and non-humans, a true pursuit for health and empathy for those who are suffering, a striving amongst the young to achieve more than ‘they’ ever thought possible in this world we are deemed and doomed to have so little control over. 

And so we control what we can - our presence in the physical world, our vigilance in doing what we see as right and denying what we deem immoral, our social media accounts which spark reaction and connection, our appearance in our of its radicalities. 

We have so little leverage here. 

‘They’ believe we are superficial and aloof, perfecting the art of apathy, when we are in fact the kindred spirits of every being that thirsts for change, for justice for all, for inner beauty, but primarily for our unconditional love to embrace the entirety of 'their' uncontrollable world. 

And there we go, yesterday's thoughts and today's outfit. 

Please let me know what you think of the outfit and the thought-vomit (haha). 

Find me on Instagram @jumper.dweller

Over and out folks, much love! 


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