I hate when people mention someone in their life by their name without providing me with any context about who this person is.
“So Dylan and I went to yoga class yesterday — ”
Hold it right there. Who the fuck is Dylan. Your boyfriend? Your arch nemesis? Your brother? Your pet sea monkey? Your therapist? Your favourite fictional character? Are you on a first-name basis with your dad? Last-name basis with Bob? WHO THE FUCK IS DYLAN.
earlier today i was thinking about the thousands of girls who post videos on youtube reviewing makeup and talking about their fav products and making tutorials and how no girl has ever once done it just to impress men like literally that whole community exists just for girls because it’s something that so many of us enjoy and yet men still think that we wear makeup for them
this is literally all the motivation i would need
I never unfollow my friends so you should start being my friend so you win an immunity pass and you are protected for life.
I don’t want to kill anyone. I don’t like bullies; I don’t care where they’re from.
we went in the darkroom today and looked around and i was like “wow this is brighter than my future” and my photography teacher laughed so hard he almost cracked his head on the enlarger