There’s nothing like just apple picking in the Fall, the first cold New York weather hitting you, the fashion sense steaming up, and the fresh apple cider and donuts.
I LOVE THE FALL.
And hats and scarves and knee socks and wearing tights for the first time in months and when…
In three words I can sum up everything I’ve learned about life: it goes on.
I want to go back to sleep.
"classics are written by old white men and are extremely out of touch"
Yes, okay which exactly are? With the exception of a handful of Victorian authors, please tell me, WHICH classics are exactly out of touch?
Is it when Dostoyevsky writes about egoism in crime and punishment?
Is it when…