so my mum told me that as a kid she would peel an apple and throw the peel over her shoulder, and the peel would take the shape of the first letter of her future spouse. naturally, i decided to do it and
i’m fucking crying
it says ‘no.’
it literally says NO.
oh my god
with a period, end of story.
perhaps you’re just marrying a norman
i actually have a fashion taste that is completly different from what i actually wear but i dont have enough confidence to wear what i really want to wear
Confidence is not my problem, what I need is fucking money.
My problem is that I’m too fat to wear anything that’s my style.
All of them