I AM SO DONE
I AM LAUGHING SO HARD RIGHT NOW OMFG
your tags are supposed to be used to organize your blog but i use mine to release my inner monologue tbh
when one of your posts actually gets notes
the worst is having a dream where someone loves you and you can practically feel them touching you and it feels so real and then you wake up and it’s like the life is being sucked out of you and the happiness just drains out of your body and you feel empty again
why doesn’t anywhere sell normal clothes for women? like i want a plain black fuckin sweater not a mohair cross stitch embroidered cropped asymmetrical slouch longline short sleeved drop hem thing with a hole in the back
Tippi Hedren makeup test for ‘The Birds’, 1963.