I 😔 Ohio. Not "I heart." Not "I hate." Just that hollow, thousand-yard stare of a man who has watched the sky turn gray on October 3rd and stay that way until Memorial Day. The internet decided Ohio wasn't real, and honestly? Some mornings on I-71 you start to agree.
This is for the people who've eaten Skyline at 2am and felt something die inside them. Who watched the Browns invent a brand new way to lose. Who know that "four seasons in one day" isn't charming, it's a personality disorder. You're not mad. You're not leaving, either. You're just... standing there. In a Kroger parking lot. Processing.
Cut soft and roomy enough to disappear into, with a fabric that actually survives the wash instead of turning into a crop top after two cycles. Breathes when it's 90 and humid in May, layers when it snows the following Tuesday, and holds up to whatever emotionally numb season you're currently enduring.
