A lonely place of dying.
I will get lurk tweets for like a week before my show, like “I’m about to go to the Iggy Azalea show and I’m going to finger her,” and I’ll see it and be like, please don’t! That’s a violation. I don’t actually like that stuff.
Like, they think I’m real slutty, like “Oh, she got a song called ’Pussy,’ I know what she wants. She wants these two fingers.” Why would I want a stranger to ever finger me? Buying my album for $12 doesn’t mean you get to finger me when I come to your city.
'Give all of us gathered here tonight the strength to remember that life is so very fragile. We are all vulnerable, and we will all, at some point in our lives… fall. We will all fall. We must carry this in our hearts… that what we have is special. That it can be taken from us, and when it is taken from us, we will be tested. We will be tested to our very souls. We will now all be tested. It is these times, it is this pain, that allows us to look inside ourselves.'
I’m doing a first-time watching of Friday Night Lights with my friend s-mackattack; today we both watched the pilot.
It’s beautifully shot and beautifully scored, and got a direct hit right in the tear ducts for me in the last minute. Well done.
"What would I give for a playboy who couldn’t keep it in his pants, and who runs through women? What I have is a son who shows no interest in them. What you do at night with your boys, after your show of skirt-chasing, is a disgrace."
I love a good crier.
It’s a good thing for every one of us that I don’t give a shit about Teen Wolf or my whole Tumblr would be callmeguacamole reblogs.
(cont.) I became inspired again recently and I...