i love boys with with really strong accents like irish or scottish. i don’t have a clue what they’re saying. i love it. i hate hearing a coherent boy. i don’t actually care about what you have to say.
I’m not G.I. Jane, I’m attachment barbie.
Plus, every time I start talking to you, five seconds later I want to jump your bones.
"Is that Arizona’s ring pinned to your scrub top?"
I’m mildly terrified for what’s going to happen in the last minute of Parks this season.
a support group for young women that are consistently attracted to women twice their age
all of it has just been preparation for this. I am immune to stress because I have you
if you’re reading this i’m beautiful