After 2 weeks of multiple health screens and asking everyone to quarantine, I surprised my closest inner circle with a trip to a private island where we could pretend things were normal just for a brief moment in time.
This image is so chilling to me. How can you go out for a meal, sit there with no mask on, see that this is the person serving you and not think... maybe you're doing something selfish and unnecessary?
I’m always confused when I hear people say “YA is my guilty pleasure.” I want to ask “What is guilty about it?” Because for so many of us the work that is being done in YA is still life-changing, life-saving, even into our adulthoods. I’ll never feel guilty for loving that.
lol so my grandma asked me to send some pictures of myself and honestly I had a really hard time finding one that wasn’t a picture of me crying but it is what it is