You know why i love concerts? As soon as I’m on my way to the concert, every worry escapes my mind. When I’m in line, I’m the happiest person, socializing. And when I’m being squished by people in the crowd even though i don’t like people close to me, i don’t care. I’ll talk to anyone, let go and get bruised, i don’t care.
whenever i get low on money i start thinking really irrationally like what if i hadn’t spent that $10 back in 2004
if you rip my headphones out of my ears ill rip your heart out of your chest
being a girl is really fucking expensive
hahahahhhAHAHAHAHhahahahahhahahah WHO IS PAYING FOR YOUR DATES
hahahahhhAHAHAHAHhahahahahhahahah WHO IS PAYING FOR OUR TAMPONS, PADS, ULTRA SOUNDS, PAP SMEARS, OB/GYN VISITS, BRAS, CLOTHES, MAKE UP, HAIR PRODUCTS TO GO ON DATES WITH FUCKERS LIKE YOU?
blaze it, i whisper as i light my homework on fire
you may think you don‘t like arctic monkeys but you like arctic monkeys