and i still haven’t managed to take pictures of what my jean jacket looks like so far and i have no excuse because all i’ve been doing instead of taking pictures of it is eating and crying about makeup so-
I have this really bad habit of going to the mall, too, and being discouraged by the pitiful MAC section in Macy’s, then walking down to the complete opposite end of the mall to cry about everything I want at Sephora
I told my mom the other day that I just don’t like being out with other people-
Like, I want to get out the house, but I want to be totally alone. I don’t like being with people. I don’t like hanging out. Everything becomes forced interaction, and you feel obligated to not just do things, but neglect doing things you like to do, because they may not be the people you’re hanging out with’s “kind of things”
At the same time, it feels nice to interact with others, but my problem is that I get bored incredibly easily and then my mind starts to wander and I think of everything else I’d rather be doing and 7/10 times it’s sleeping and that would be rude to do while you’re just out with someone
Anyway, my favorite thing to do lately is wander-drive around town blasting rap music so I don’t know what I’m actually doing with my life omg
Like u kno what?
Good job Paramore ur new album is aight but Fall Out Boy slaughtered u ok and u didn’t even see it coming
I mean I kind of sort of get the hub bub about Yahoo and all that bullshit
But you don’t have to be a business student to realize that the world is fueled by money
Fuck all if you’ve managed to build an almost cult like website with Tumblr; just recognition from an incredibly successful corporation gets your name out there. $1.1 billion is just the handshake that gets Tumblr in someone else’s hands and David Karp to do other shit
I’m just saying- unless you’ve managed to build a crazy successful website then offered 8 figures for your whimsy- don’t go throwing shit around, blaming people, and getting angry because guess what?! At the end of the day, money is a helluva drug and you hardly matter between the people that have billions and billions of it
stop posting my stuff without crediting me tumblr, it hurts my feelings.
my little brother wrote about me for school and this was one of the sentences he wrote. im sobbing “my sister is my role model because she can watch 12 years worth of law and order in 3 months”