we don't talk enough about zara larsson making the cuntiest song with the sickest beat most people don't notice it is about female autonomy and societal expectations. the outro goes so hard like she's a genius.
just fucked up a conversation w my housemate but it’s okay because i’ll only let it ruin my mood for the evening and my perception of myself and our friendship up until this point and make me anxious for our next interaction
this year is the first year i’ve ever had the urge to host my own christmas, spend time making loads of dishes and cooking the dinner, decorate a house, make traditions, is this adulthood ??