i hate the fucking summer. im not trying to sweat off my $50 foundation. and sweating out my freshly flat ironed hair. like give me winter. give me dead frozen earth to walk on with knee-high boots and heavy luxe fabrics and sleek hair and lipsticks that make my mouth look like a bruise
A makeout session would be great right about now
I never feel like more of a failure than when I can’t remember a piece of Harry Potter trivia.