Everyone is so problematic I’m just going to love my own damn self
I waited patiently - years - for the pendulum to swing the other way, for men to start reading Jane Austen, learn how to knit, pretend to love cosmos, organize scrapbook parties, and make out with each other while we leer. And then we’d say, Yeah, he’s a Cool Guy.
i wish people followed me for my blog not my perfect ass
when i die dont cry just roll a blunt for me and pour some henny out
people who can’t handle all black outfits are weak