It’s St. Partick’s Day.
It’s also my birthday.
But it’s a Monday…
I don’t know what the fuck to do. So far i’ve seen the original Star Wars trilogy and not eaten all day. Big Thangs!
Alex Turner’s love letter to Alexa Chung: "My mouth hasn’t shut up about you since you kissed it. The idea that you may kiss it again is stuck in my brain, which hasn’t stopped thinking about you since well before any kiss."
she reaches down seductively. I guide her hand to my zipper. she unzips my fanny pack by mistake. raviolis spill out everywhere
If a dead ancestor doesn’t appear in the sky to stop me, it can’t be that bad of a decision
Nothing will fuck up your twenties more than thinking you’re supposed to have your shit together.
Don’t let the media warp your perception of beauty. Beauty is pizza.