February 2012
It’s so easy to hate Chris Brown fans for supporting that psychopath, but then you start to feel bad because they’re all fatherless and have type 2 diabetes
person: I’m not seeing that movie I read bad reviews
other person: you mean you read one sentence on rotten tomatoes?
Valentine's day meal
-soup for one -salad for one -wine for three
Life is like skipping through songs on an ipod Not knowing what you’re looking for But you’ll know it when you get there Then you land on Rude Boy and it’s confortable and good enough and you settle for that
Then suddenly you DIE
January 2012
The last thing I remember is waking up in the middle of the night and eating two frozen waffles and a strawberry Pop Tart. the next thing I know it’s the next day and I’m curled up in stomach pains shame blogging. I’m sorry to have thinsapointed you. I’m sick.
Sometimes I wish I could crack my spine by grabbing my feet with my hands from behind my back, transforming into a perfect circle; it would probably feel awesome. then while I’m at it I would roll away forever.
My mind is an abortion clinic for happy thoughts
Last night I dreamt that I was watching a version of Tree Of Life with all the subtext filled in and I was really enjoying it but then I realized that I was wearing a diaper over my face
The way people feel about Lana Del Rey’s SNL performance is the way I feel about the comedy that show airs each week
If you ever have to make up a fake boyfriend in order to not have to sleep with a guy make sure not to name him “Estrid”
I need to borrow some money to fly to LA for pilot season. i’m pitching a show called “Dogs From Around The World” wherein I travel the world interviewing dogs about what it’s like being a dog in their country. would you watch?
By the way I’m only hanging out with you girls to get ideas for my Shit Girls Say video
Here's a poem I wrote called "Why Doesn't he...
Does he not follow me because I have a twitter widget on my layout? And not one of those “like I give two fucks” layouts that people spend 6 hours making
Is it because I post pictures of Latoya Jackson and Lindsay Lohan? And that makes me not enough of a Sad outcasty gay Is it because sometimes I put some effort into tumblr posts? And that makes me not enough of a degenerate Like...
All the kids used to tease me in school because Ron Paul was my obgyn :(
Spent 10 minutes crying over a pair of shoes, when in that 10 minutes, probably like 7000 people died on the planet
On my way out I said “have a good day” but what I meant was “have a nice life”
that silly moment when you crawl into bed and wonder why your sheets are all a huge mess then you remember it’s from of your mental breakdown earlier and you laugh and roll your eyes and think “I’m so fuckin gay”
for the record, that IS my only piece of fanart
summertimegoth:
officialkylieminoguedragqueen:
istolefrommarcjacobs:
i want fan art. i wanna be a cartoon, that’s one of my goals. to be a cartoon.
come out of the closet already (talking to the lamp from Pixar)
just an old timey picture of my life
people had begun to forget the fact that Barack Obama is black until he referred to ground zero as “ground zizzle”
I have a new single coming out. it’s just me hitting a pot with a wooden spoon. I call it “music for poor people”
why do women need yoghurt to help them poop? I want to try one but I’m scared.
B♭
my last words
The sound of a tongue clacking against the roof of the mouth is Gay Click Language for “i’m over here boyss”
hash tag sad drunk
I’m really not sure why my new job gives everyone the day off on Hitler’s birthday but hey I’ll take it!
incase you guys didn’t know, today is the 25th anniversary of Hilary Duff’s Metamorphosis album (CD). if you could leave a quick thank you message for hilary duff then hopefully she’ll see this. we love you h duff!
I would just like to take a moment to thank Jackie Chan for 100 years of service and protection. thanks jackie!
I am number 1 because one is the loneliest number
this is empowerment this is “femme goals” or w/e the things are, it’s not about appearances.