I like sweaters, 80s movies, Ed Sheeran, sometimes people, crying every time I watch A Walk to Remember, Led Zeppelin, staying up all night memorizing lyrics, the beach, being almost 6 ft tall and counting, heels, thrifting, guys who use their middle names, and sitting on tables.
who fucking litters. why do i ever see litter. who thinks that’s okay. who. who NEEDS to throw their fast food bag out the fucking window instead of waiting until they get somewhere with a trashcan. what kinda clown behavior. get fucked.
(Source: avocadobananas, via samanthalh)
my goal for 2018 is more blush, more books, and less caring what people think of me
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