I feel like I’m going to be that aunt who drinks vodka straight out of the bottle and ruins Christmas.
I miss London even with its nonsensical streets.
“I don’t need you to tell me how fucking good my tea is, okay?”
If you haven’t stayed up until the early hours of the morning reading with your eyes itching and burning with tiredness and your vision blurred as you fight to stay awake to finish the book, you haven’t lived at all
*slams book closed*
*re-opens book and continues to read*
Books, books books!
I finally got A Feast for Crows today!
if you don’t like cats okay i get it cats can be assholes they shit in boxes i get it that’s fair
but when you say you are “not a dog person” all i am hearing is “i am a psychopath and i will betray you, perhaps by murdering you in the future”
i do not trust people who do not like dogs