like. objectively. living in that time period would SUCK but victorian stuff is so, so, sexy. i want to be sent off to boarding school because i’m too rowdy in an attempt to make me stop embarrassing my family only to enter into a tempestuous love affair with my roommate before drowning in the grounds lake.

i want to be a cat. jobless. educationless. useless. there to be pretty and soft

5 year plan: wear nothing but black lingerie under unbuttoned shirts with a shitton of delicate gold necklaces and spend my time reading old fiztgerald novels in bed eating cherries

inspired by Animal Crossing, I’ve started doing this thing where I mail my best friends a framed picture of myself and then never speak to them again

I judge how good a book is based on how disoriented I am with my physical surroundings after closing it.

me while sipping apple juice out of a champagne glass and looking dramatically off into the distance: i’ve had it

i’d rather die than do math in any context

If you ever seen my boobs you’re welcome

i literally have no idea what im gonna do if i dont end up rich

the juxtaposition..,,..,is really astounding