Status Updates From Buenos días, tristeza

“we had never talked of anything but clothes or the weather, but still it seemed to me that i was losing an old friend” described the entirety of my highschool friendships (and fallouts) right there

cece was so right, u really have to be despicable to bring this poor pale ass girl to absolutely fry her skin in the french riviera and leave her to be chopped with the dogs once mature chic widowesque baddie arrives