My taste in music ranges from “you need to listen to this” to “I know, please don’t judge me.”
An elegant meal for one, tonight.
|—||Guilt Poisons Women by Germaine Greer (via thewastedgeneration)|
How do people end up in relationship after relationship after relationship and I can’t find a single person to even find me remotely interesting for a solid ten seconds?
when books make you cry like fuck you book you’re a stack of paper