It’s almost fall. The cool, crisp air and its smell and the sight of the vibrant colorful leaves sends an electric current radiating through my skin. If loving that makes me a basic bitch then I’m the most basic bitch of them all. Let’s get autumnal, motherfucker!

Questions I’m afraid to answer: when do I feel the most beautiful? No immediate answer but something I must think about for days. I wish it was immediate.

why no ice cream that i can eat leisurely