I'm having a sort of a crappy day, losing hours and hours of my life to searching for affordable tickets home for the summer. The wonderful fares I'd found yesterday have disappeared. Poof!, they're gone. Why do they torture us like that? Is it to teach us not to procrastinate? And will I ever learn my lesson? At least I have my new lace tank top paired with holey boyfriend jeans. That must count for something, right? Enough questions, I have to go back to Kayak now and see if they'll take souls or first-born children in exchange for an international ticket.
tank: Zara, camisole & jeans: H&M