“And if it makes you less sad, we’ll start talking again. And you can tell me how vile I already know that I am. I’ll grow old and start acting my age. I’ll be a brand new day in a life that you hate. A crown of gold. A heart that’s harder than stone. And it hurts a whole lot, but it’s missed when it’s gone. Call me a safe bet. I’m betting I’m not. I’m glad that you can forgive. I’m only hoping as time goes, you can forget”.
A case in point: a few months ago, I was on a crowded tube with a friend of mine, who gradually grew paler and quieter until she finally leaned forward, and admitted that her knickers were so skimpy, her front bottom had eaten them entirely. “I’m currently wearing them on my clit - like a little hat,” she said.” —Caitlin Moran, ‘How to be a Woman’ (via pinandmountme)
Can’t decide if this is an insult, or a compliment!
Just bought two dresses and a skirt, with shipping. All for under the price of an adult monkey.
I cannot agree, but thanks! x