I think we’ve officially reached that annoying time in the year where it’s sweater weather in the morning, but by midday, if you wear a sweater, you die from heatstroke.
every year i wait for this post. it always comes right on time
she reads books as one would breathe air
im·o·gen /ˈɪmədʒən/
n. a young adult with her nose buried in a book and a creative streak; aspiring actress; frequently found singing at the top of her lungs to pop-punk, musical theatre or disney; sobs for her dead otp and drinks diet coke more often than she should. sidebar fanart by anxiouspineapples.
to fill up and live
