Rest peacefully, Oscar de la Renta :(
i don’t know what it is about the idea of your lips touching my lips but it’s driving me crazy and i want to feel your arms around me and i want to curl up with you on a cold winter night and share a cup of something warm and there are so many things i’d love to do with you except you’re over there and i’m just… here
Ugh how I feel about somebody who doesn’t even know I exist…
that selfie looked better on my phone: the novel
I think we’ve officially reached that annoying time in the year where it’s sweater weather in the morning, but by midday, if you wear a sweater, you die from heatstroke.
Let’s be nothing… I heard it lasts forever.