butts, pizza, & music, or gtfo.
The pressure to be pretty is so real i don’t care if you’re “above it all” or “couldn’t care less” no the struggle is real and alive and happening. I’ve seen this destroy too many precious girls and and if you ever try to downplay or dismiss it I will drag you to hell and back.
I mean I could study for arabic, but I could also throw myself off a cliff so there’s that
when your dreams start involving authority yelling at you about your shortcomings it’s probably about time to wake up
give me ur crusts so i know it’s real
*live-blogs my pathetic excuse for a life*
home is where the condescending relatives are <3
I always thought they were called “gold AND delicious” apples. now that I know the truth I’m thoroughly unimpressed.
I don’t care how hot it is, I’m still gonna sing Sweater Weather at the top of my lungs non-stop for the rest of my life.