you're a rebel at heart

this blog stands with palestine and if you don’t you can get the fuck out. what israel is doing is genocide and i will not tolerate anyone who supports it.

while we’re changing prophecies i have a few requests

i'm sorry i never did your tag game. i love you

I'm so happy for my close personal friend Taylor Swift

I bought nosebleed Eras Tour seats because I wasn’t invited to the VIP tent, too, where’s my wedding invite

they should invent a me without all the anxiety

sorry im not giving into the cutting out sweet treats propaganda. life is hard enough

i am listening to taylor’s whole discography on shuffle and i know we say this all the time but she is really something man idk if we appreciate it enough

June will be good to you.

sorry to be a broken record every month but christ menstruation is a stupid concept. oooooh excuse me for not getting pregnant, why the fuck is there goo falling out of me about it? grow the fuck up and reabsorb that shit for nutrients.

No one’s talking enough about how the response to Maisie at Eras was mean, yeah, but it literally ruined probably one of her biggest dreams in the entire world. What should’ve probably been one of the biggest highlights of her entire life. This wasn’t just any big show; she’s played lots of big shows. It was the memory of opening for one of her idols and favorite artist of all time turned into one of the most hard-to-think-about things that’s ever happened to her, to a degree where she probably can’t even mentally visit any part of what should’ve been one of the best days of her life without purely feeling bad. That component of it has made me feel physically ill since the moment it happened. The idea of taking that from someone is legitimately evil to me.

*Through gritted teeth* The universe is shifting and it’s all for me.

If anyone needs me I’ll be processing my entire life while I listen to Maisie Peter’s new album Florescence