LISTEN, Betsy Johnson makes me cry on a daily basis. I’m not cold-hearted; I am just immune to her powers as M’Lynn.
I care about you so much and I shouldn’t.
June 4th
“I can’t wait to graduate so I can move to New York City in July and live in my studio apartment and smoke American Spirits off the fire escape and snort cocaine off of tampon boxes at some hip party in the Lower East Side. Fridge stocked with PRB and motherfucking pot stickers and hummus. I’ll work my ass off for some art degree that won’t get me a job after college so I’ll be stuck in a small apartment, sleeping on my close-to-the-floor Ikea bed and listening to Animal Collective and smoking weed and shit.”
and i’m spent
Oh, thank you Tristn. This changed my mood dramatically.
OHMYFUCKINGGOD. The turtle is wearing a fucking party hat.
I know who took this picture and I have met that tortoise before. I feel a part of Tumblr history.
[Flash 9 is required to listen to audio.]
Bad Romance-Lady Gaga
Steel Magnolias Trailer that Noelle and I made.
Excuse the crappy quality. Youtube fucks things up.
Halloween
Little Columbia.
Snotty bitches.
Megan Ellis.
“If Margaret were holding your leash, this would be a whole different costume.”
“Annabel’s dating Nicole Wilhelm. A freshman from Lake Howell!”
“Annabel doesn’t care about the book!”
Bananas on gas pumps.
“Leryn, don’t drink and scoot.”
Ibar.
My ACTUAL girlfriend.
“Get off the grass. You have no pants on.”
“I got you bud, but I smoked it. Don’t trust me, Hicka. I’m a stoner.”
Tyler can be an asshole.
Stop fucking talking about my girlfriend and telling people a fake fucking name. It’s not funny. I like my privacy.
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