The thing I find with blogs is that although I love them, they require you to trust which is something I clearly find really hard…like why do we trust this stranger on the internet with
Whenever there is a new product that is getting instagram hype I am honestly so skeptical…my inner self clearly must be a fucking cynical bitch but I always automatically assume that it is just really
When Mrs Wormwood snarks to Ms. Honey, “you chose books, I chose looks” in Matilda I remember my six year old self thinking but why do you have to choose, why can’t you have both.
Fuckbois are the bane of every single millennial woman’s existence, they are handsome, charismatic, easy to fall for and will easily use you once and then ghost the shit out of you and never be