still praying that all of the lyrics in garbage songs were tongue in cheek
Somewhere between fuck you and I’d fuck you
if you dont wanna fuck me, fuck off
a dystopian future novel where when teenagers come of age they are sorted into what spice girl they resemble, but one day a girl was sporty and baby
brows wriggling away from her face in sorrow
i wish there was a real life pop-up blocker so i didnt have to see temporary art furniture by nike
remember when disliking lena dunham was relevant?