Bwahaha. I was going through some old stuff and I just found this photo of me when I was 12, where I manage to be both extremely awkward and somehow creepy/plotting your death even in a floor length baby blue see through skirt.
It is a gift.
The worst part about this is that I can remember the exact moment this photo was taken and I thought it would turn out very different. I think I was trying to mimic those cheesy pictures of grown up, professional harpists on their CD covers. Well. Nice try, I guess, but you can’t hide pure, fairydust drenched evil.