Threatened by a Ginger bread man

Today has been slow. I am searching for a dress for my cousins wedding with my mama and although her opinion is totally honest and usually right, it's not uplifting or good for raising self esteem. As we sit in marks and sparks sipping lattes. I am distinctively aware of my jealousy of the very fucking happy ginger bread man. Life is being mean* to me and I don't need pricks like that shoving their happiness in my face.





*mean is exaggerated. Lifes pretty sweet I've just run out of money to spend therefore my enjoyment is at an all time low

Melon x