The Ghost of Edie Sedgwick
|Sara. A sometimes Brooklynite who enjoys quoting Daria, watching classic movies, and of course, wearing cardigans and smelling daisies.|
them nights when you wish someone was just laid next to you cuddling you or just fucking the shit out of you
i walked down the hall in my sweatpants and angrily stuffed an overflowing trash bag down the trash chute when i encountered some other girls from...
do u ever just cum and it ain’t great and ur like “ok that one was super lame”