my personal style is called “i don’t have the money for my preferred aesthetic”
I have a lot to say, you just have to ask the right questions.
Fuck summer. I like cool air and sweatshirts and pretty leaves and bonfires and pumpkins and candles and hot cider and comfy sweaters and hayrides, not this hot, humid, bug-filled, sweaty shit.
when someone’s flaws are not flaws in your eyes, you’re fucked.
people who randomly decide to compliment you are so important