|Coat: someone left it at my grand dad's workplace / T-shirt: vintage|
Shorts: vintage / Shoes: Yesstyle / Glasses: H&M
I'm about to see this 1 hour and 42 minutes long Led Zeppelin concert from Royal Albert Hall, 1970. They are really one of my favorite bands (I guess the fact that I'm spending my Friday night watching a 43 years old Youtube clip with them kinda reveals that). Their concert clips just make me even more sad that I didn't even live back then. I hate it. I hate that for every day passing information and memories from old times are getting harder and harder to find. I suppose what I'm trying to say is that I sort of kinda started building a time machine. You can call me crazy, go on, but if I suddenly disappear you will regret that you didn't believe me when I said that I was gonna travel back in time.
Moral: Don't fuck with people who can get you back to the 70s.
But before you're all "NOOOOOOO" because I went back to the 70s without you, just look around for a while. I may just have seen a cute dog.