i hate that i literally cant tell if im ugly or not and i cant tell if im really fat or just like kinda fat i literally cant tell and sometimes ill be like “im just being dumb im pretty good looking” and then ill be like “wow im being so egotistical i definitely look like shit what am i talking about” like i just…. dont know and it bothers me so much cos it’s something i can’t understand
I can’t wait until autumn. I don’t even care that school is starting. I want to wear cardigans and leggings and be cold and have fires. It’s all about comfy clothing and hot chocolate- my life. Yummy smells and warm things. Blankets.
Gail Caldwell, Let’s Take the Long Way Home (via quoted-books)
—- Day 17