it makes me really sad that as a woman, unlike my brother or my friends, I have constantly be aware of being out too late, or coming home alone, often not doing the things I really want to because I’m supposed to know better
people who hate on selfies are so boring tbh, like make yourself a cup of tea and learn to love yourself friend, there’s most important things to be upset about
I have this friend, who’s a little older than me, and she’s obsessed with this band. She’s absolutely in love with the lead singer and she has everything they’ve ever done. She was going to their concert one time a few years back and she won backstage passes from some radio station. So she’s backstage and she asks the singer if she can take a photo. She’s super flustered and her camera decides it doesn’t wanna work. The band’s leaving so they can’t really wait long. So the singer grabs her camera from her, pulls her close and takes the best picture ever.
And that’s the story about how my friend has a picture of Bono kissing her on the mouth.
So don’t let anyone tell you dreams can’t come true kids. Now if only the Arctic Monkeys would just come back to Toronto…
if reading fan fiction’s taught me anything, and I like to think it has, bad sex doesn’t happen to celebrities, just us peasants.
Linda Evangelista doesn’t get out of bed for less than $10,000, I don’t bend over for less than a dime, you can see we’re both doing really well
"I need you so much closer..I need you so much closer," I sing to my phone just out of reach on my bed
#death cab for cutie
just another one of those days where you have to give yourself a pep talk just to get into the shower