Put Your Raygun To My Head

yes i love fashion yes i love ridiculous campy shit yes i love making fun of rich people and YES i have no monies in my bank account whatsoever judging met gala looks is a sport that poor gays excel at this is my superbowl

Who else can’t wait until they get their first apartment with their girlfriend and get to sleep with them in a big bed and have lazy Saturday mornings and go to the farmers market and hold hands and buy flowers for the kitchen table and just finally feel at peace with the world in general because you’re in each other’s lives forever?

Nothing wrong with being a dumbass and owning a small cottage

Don’t let anybody tell you that picking wildflowers and having a small stream run through your property isn’t a career