I’m confused because, while they all are angry, some are giving us sympathetic pats on the shoulder, and Johanna Mason actually stops to straighten my pearl necklace. “Make him pay for it, okay?” she says.
the only aisle i’ll be walking down is the alcohol section of my local grocery store
overprotective parents raise the best liars.
i don’t even really want to go to college i just want to move to chicago or new york and work in some bookstore or a coffee shop and go to bars and drink and have sex with attractive strangers and buy all my clothes from thrift shops and take pictures and people watch and have a nice little apartment with brick walls and wood floors and a record player