I think the worst thing I’ve encountered living here has been been the fact that I can’t find my brand of feminine hygiene products. Because I have Australian pads and these English ones are different, so I have to experiment and I’m constantly worried about them. It’s like being 12 again. Ugh
the sexual tension when u and ur crush are online on fb at the same time and u just stare at their lil green dot
and suddenly you know what gatsby felt like
This is actually the most profound and appropriate literary allusion I’ve encountered so far this week.
oh my god