I swear to god I can read “you hurt me”
reblogging bc wow
Money is the anthem of success, so put on Mascara, and your Party dress.
When I ask my grandma for a favor
Grandma: CREES QUE SOY TU SIRVIENTA CONO
she has a framed photo of herself walking through her door
I’m so romantically frustrated. Like I just want someone to lay in bed with me and play with hair and kiss me and maybe touch me inappropriately because I’m also sexually frustrated.