Seven Billion Smiles, & Yours Is My Favorite

me, procrastinating: i hope somebody kills me before this is due

Concept: It’s mid-October, Halloween is just around the corner and there’s a street festival in town. The cold breeze is laced with the scent of cinnamon and caramel with a hint of coffee. The ground is dusted with hay and bright leaves get caught in piles as they dance across the town hundreds at a time. You’re snuggled up in your sweater, scarf, boots, hat, and gloves as you stroll through looking at every vendor you pass. To keep warm you buy a cup of cider and sip lightly until it cools a bit more. There’s Jack-o-lanterns on every surface and scarecrows out in the fields. It’s sunny in the morning, but as they day goes on a storm rolls in and a grey overcast settles over the town. It’s perfect.

If there is a 100% chance you are going to die, why spend 95% of your time worrying about how others think you should live?

girls don’t like boys, girls like halloween and horror movies