operation: arrange hang out with group of friends after family dinner so it’s socially acceptable for me to arrive in a dress and pretty make-up so guy i like can be impressed is a go
There are some days (let’s be honest-most days) when all I want to do is sit in my room and wallow in my own filth
but today is one of those awkward, weird days when all I want to do is do my hair and make up, put on my prettiest dress, and leave the house
“I don’t suppose I really know you very well - but I know you smell like the delicious damp grass that grows near old walls and that your hands are beautiful opening out of your sleeves and that the back of your head is a mossy sheltered cave when there is trouble in the wind and that my cheek just fits the depression in your shoulder.”
—Zelda Fitzgerald, in a letter to F. Scott Fitzgerald
(via onesorryloser & amustsayb)
wait no this is super awkward i thought this was only a thing my friends and i do… we do it like literally every time we’re together WHAT IS THIS
i feel oddly lied to
(Source: halliebadger)
(via dandelion-in-the--spring & halliebadger)