Nagakri
Nagakri is when you’re so f***ed up, you make art out of it. It’s like your life is a broken clock, but you still dress it up. You’re not just surviving, you’re slaying.
I wore my old jeans that smelled like regret. That’s Nagakri.
My ex left me a message on my shirt. I called it a fashion statement. Nagakri.
I painted my sadness on my shirt. Now it’s a classic. That’s Nagakri.