consideration

i dont even give a shit about harry styles but ive been seeing so much of him on my dash lately he’s started infiltrating my subconscious …. last night i had a dream he was being interviewed during one of his concerts and the interviewer was like ‘what do you think about blurred lines by robin thicke? it’s a fucking banger right’ to which he replied ‘that’s a garbage song for garbage people . i cant believe you had the audacity to ask me that’ and then he started full on sobbing on stage for some reason

My neck, my back, my anxiety attack

what is it about mugs!? why can’t i walk past them without feeling a deep pull to buy them!? i don’t need any! more! mugs!! i don’t even have to really like the mug. it could be ugly as fuck. but i’d want it. 

You know what’s really awesome? The feeling you get after winter is over and the air is finally warm and you open your windows and then a while later you walk into your room and it smells like a new beginning

in the back of the club arms folded cause i don’t agree with the music selection

red lipstick is one of the best inventions ever… definitely up there with electricity and one direction 

now i’m falling asleep and she’s calling a crab and he’s having a smoke and she’s kissing the crab