that girl you just called fat? who cares about her backstory, you just shouldn’t be a dick to people
like do we really need a tragic story to get people to stop being mean to each other wtf
The way you love someone is to lightly run your finger over that person’s soul until you find a crack, and then gently pour your love into that crack.
It’s July and I’m already sick of summer. I want to wear riding boots and cashmere and jeans. I want to hear the leaves crunch. I want apple cider and foamy salted caramel lattes. I want harvest fairs and football games. Get me out of this bikini and shorts.