Everyone at my work told me I should get some sexy lingerie and wear it as the Christmas present for the guy I’m seeing. Since I’m completely incapable of being sexy, I bought him a Game of Thrones cookbook. That’s a good compromise, right?
oh my god i’m fucking sick of this generation’s mentality that your sadness is beautiful and somebody will fix you and all this fucking john green shit nobody will find you in a bookstore reading bukowski and want to lie with you and nobody will kiss your scars and you will not be like effie and freddie you’ve got to be your own fucking hero and surround yourself with positivity
I have two good jobs, a roof over my head and food in my fridge, a working car, wonderful family and friends who constantly remind me how much they love and care about me, and a boy that I really like spending time with. I have such a great life. Thanks universe, I owe you one!