Galleria di Testtesteer

Costume for tomorrow finally arrived and I had to try it on the second the box opened — the mirror says it fits a little too well. Should I wear this one out tonight or save it for the real thing?

Halloween prep has officially taken over my kitchen — pumpkin guts everywhere, and I'm wearing even less than the situation requires. Getting a little messy is half the fun. You'd get your hands in there too, wouldn't you?

With five hundred balloons waiting, sleep never stood a chance — so I stopped pretending and put my hands to better use. You'd have kept me up, wouldn't you?

Dragged myself out of bed before sunrise and honestly? Worth it — the whole sky is filling up with hot air balloons right now. I'm barely dressed under this blanket and I have zero plans to fix that. Come stand in the cold with me.

Set my alarm for zero dark thirty and honestly? Worth it. Hundreds of balloons going up at sunrise and I'm out here in last night's shirt pretending I planned this. Come stand in the cold with me.

Got here before the stages are even built and the boardwalk is completely empty — just me, the ocean, and a festival that doesn't know I'm already claiming the best spot. Come walk with me before everyone else wakes up.

The air finally turned — that sharp little bite that tells you summer's done without asking. I came out here in almost nothing and I'm not going back in yet. You should feel this.

Decided one piece of clothing was enough for a walk through the park and honestly I'm feeling pretty smug about getting away with it. Tell me you'd pretend not to notice.

Out here where the bass shakes the ground and the stage lights do all the talking — Labor Day weekend and I'm not ready to go home yet. Tell me you'd stay out here with me.

Went in for one sweater and somehow I'm six items deep in this fitting room with zero intention of leaving soon. The lighting in here is doing me favors I didn't ask for. Want to help me decide what comes home with me?