Unexplained event: Why do I have 100 DMs asking me for bitcoin?

stop believing that you ran out of time to shape yourself into who you want to be! stop believing that its ruined! stop believing you don’t have potential! you are not a fixed being! you have endless opportunities to grow.

“MAYBE IT’S NOT MY WEEKEND, BUT IT’S GONNA BE MY YEAR” I scream at 12 am with tears streaming down my face and a bottle of champagne in my hand. it has not been my year yet. it’s not even a weekend today is Thursday

One of the things I hate most about growing up is how you lose touch with fandoms and bands and stuff that you used to obsess over. Like you don’t necessarily stop liking the things you used to, you just lose the capacity and energy to care about something so wholeheartedly.

FOR THE LOVE OF EVERYTHING UMMUTE.

I’m not like most girls *long pause as I sip chocolate milk through my very complex straw* I’m worse

It’s almost as if Hugh Hefner was projecting a force-field that protected creepy famous men, and with his death they were suddenly exposed.

I might be ugly but my taste in music isn’t so

i can’t confirm this with science but i like to think queen carrie fisher is using her new heavenly powers to help us enact vengeance upon the scum of hollywood