We’ve officially reached that annoying time of year where it’s sweater weather in the morning, but by midday you die from a heatstroke.
I like how on Tumblr we all have lots of sass but in real life we can’t say hi without fucking up.
that terrifying moment when everything is happily resolved but the book still has 200 pages left
that terrifying moment when there’s too many things that need resolving but the book has only 20 pages left
IT’S JUST LIKE