The Closet of T.S. Evering

I am a dreamer. I LOVE clothes and various other stuff, but mostly clothes. Here in my closet is where I keep these beauties. Come take a look.




im a bad person who thinks bad thoughts like ‘ew what is that girl wearing’ and then remember that im supposed to be positive about all things and then think ‘no she can wear what she wants, fuck what other people say damn girl u look fabulous’ and im just a teeny bit hypocritical tbh

I was always taught by my mother, That the first thought that goes through your mind is what you have been conditioned to think. What you think next defines who you are.

I like this truth!

(via yagazieemezi)


Because Who Else Will

This summer my cousin, Krissy, and I took our routine trip to Barnes & Noble to select several books, sit in an undisturbed corner of the store and read the first couple of pages so that we may conclude which book would be worthy enough for us to swipe our plastic card that electronically delivers money to Barnes & Noble. (Did you like my run-on sentence? No…well okay.) We have been starved! Absolutely starved for a good book for a very long time. Therefore, if you have any suggestions, please leave them in the comment box below.

Anywho, we started in the Young Adult Fiction section because I am a young adult and sometimes those sort of stories tend to be a bit more imaginative. I don’t know why, perhaps because it’s dealing with the dramas of being a teenager. Once again this section of Barnes & Noble dashed my dreams upon the rocks and commanded seagulls to peck at it. We were just about to walk away from this particular section when my eye caught the cover art of a book and silenced my aching heart. Now usually I hate when books have an artist’s rendition of how the characters are supposed to look. I like to draw out the characters of stories while reading it. But I allowed this one simply because there was a girl of a russet tone on the cover snuggling with a man who was a fair beige shade. I have never seen this in a young adult book section before, so I grabbed the book instantly. Krissy then found yet another book with people with identical skin tones. How could this be?

You must understand, if you do not, it is very rare that I read a novel about a young girl that looks like me. I never really cared when I was younger. But now that I am older, I’m wondering “where are those books?” Those coming-of-age stories by Sarah Dessen type books whose heroine is not a shade of beige? Yes I know we have “The Coldest Winter Ever,” by Sister Souljah, but what about stories like “The Fault in Our Stars?” So simple in it’s core but a sweeping story of being young and in love and the reality of our impermanence. Why don’t we also have the simple stories about being the new girl and falling in love with a vampire and it not being erotica.

Anywho, I don’t want to rant. I was just reading “Steal Like an Artist” by Austin Kleon and I now know what I have to do. I have to write it myself. So I’ve started. Here is the first chapter:

Chapter One: The Unexpected Beginning to a Love Story

He was reading Catcher in the Rye. I mean come on Catcher in the Rye! He was clearly a stuck-up dyed in the wool hipster who believed that sitting on a barstool before the floor to ceiling organic restaurant window reading the Urban Outfitter’s edition of J.D. Salinger’s novelty novel was the way to beckon his fellow hipsters to him. And yet I was standing there, outside like a fool, watching him. No gazing at him. His hair was buzzed short, which thus declared that he was once in the Navy or something, but I was not too sure if he was old enough to enlist. But by the look of his forearms, which were bared and flashing the tattoo of a man’s face, he was at least 18 and most likely gay. But yet I was still standing there.

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