Socks/Feet
I hate feet. They’re always strange. Have you ever stared at a pair? I mean really stare. Every deep-blue vein, intruding forest of hair on a big toe, ingrown nail, and peaking to the zeniths of those damned ugly ankles is wholly displeasing.
Despite (or perhaps resulting from) my hierarchical dislike of feet in scrutiny to the finer, more aesthetically pleasing bits of human anatomy, I relish socks. Whether their paterns of stripes and colours shly declare themselves between the tips of shoes and the hems of trousers of a cross-legged man or boldly protrude their vivacity on the cute girl in knee-highs, socks are terrific.
This blog is dedicated to such terrificness. If you wish to share your terrific socks, post them on tumblr and email me (becausewehatefeet@gmail.com) so I can reblog you.
