Icebreaker

by Hannah Grace

gives me the worst vibes imaginable,

Me too dude

hate myself for being a woman swayed by a man in gray sweatpants. Shit. No, there will be no swaying.

Legit do better

“I don’t joke about consent, Anastasia,”

Consent is hot. Sadly this is probably the most unrealistic part of this book

Fuck you, calorie app.