Never thought I would have to be applying make up to my arms and wrists again. I am such a coward.
I want more strawberry crepes and I want to know what you write in the text message drafts you save to yourself
I want to know how you really feel about all the pop singers
I want to not circle a party and not have anyone to talk to
everything I do is just complaining
boys who hate bright lipsticks because “itll get all over them” fail to realize it will come nowhere near them