How Seems the Difference...?

me immediately:

yoooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo

FUCKIN YOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO

no BULLSHIT I KID YOU NOT! Look what I found while walking Home…..

OH MY GOD

OH MY F*CKIN GOD

THIS POST FUCKIN WORKS?!?!?! THIS IS PAST A COINCIDENCE NO WAY!??! NO FRIGGIN WAY!!! 

 me as soon as I get home:

“I have a propensity to over-complicate, because I want to prove that I am capable. When I was in The Star Killers, which was my first band ever, I used to insert these ignorant solos because I was the only girl in the band, and we were playing shows with all boys, and I didn’t want to be the girl with the guitar who only knew G, you know? I think it was that Bikini Kill documentary, where [Kathleen Hanna] was talking about all the dudes in the punk scene who can barely play their instruments, and they can’t sing at all, so why do I have to be amazing at my instrument? It’s a constant process of feeling comfortable with simplicity. I don’t have to prove that I am incredible. I can play four chords, and it’s fine. But it’s scary.”