i liked my books and clouds and sunsets

"you should be at the club" i should be sleeping peacefully at sunningrocks

casting a spell of finish your wip rb to pass it on

fall needs to hurry up. i’m ready to wear cute, autumn toned, layered outfits but i can’t do that in 80 degree weather.

fuck summer i want it to be dark and misty and frigid and october

things could be worse. you could have school tomorrow.

Friendly reminder that this blog is pro-choice and if you don’t think everyone should have full control of their own body, then kindly unfollow me right now and go to hell

now that i’m older and understand how absolutely fucked the housing market is, all those horror movies that take place in nice houses where the family refuses to leave make sense. if i had a 4,000sqft vintage home you’d need to kill me before i ever moved out as well. fuck the ghost. charge it rent.

babes, if you can believe in Bigfoot, you can believe in yourself too