"a hideous ecstasy of fear and vindictiveness, a desire to kill, to torture, to smash faces in with a sledge hammer..."
my name is reginae/but you can call me baby carter/they love me and they hate me cuz i’m weezy f’s daughter/yeah, i’m a brat and i think it’s my world/and i’m stuntin’ like my daddy, cuz i’m daddy’s little girl/when i walk up in the spot, upgrades the room/and if you standin’ next to me, i will upgrade you too.
| her: | be careful when you are coming up, try it like this (she physically demonstrates) |
| me: | oh, so you lead with your head? |
| her: | No, you lead with your heart...always lead with your heart. |
photo: sam panthaky/afp/getty images
indian villagers hold oil lamps as they surround a huge AIDS symbol on the beach at nalsarovar, india, on the eve of world aids day.
LADY GAGA - “CHRISTMAS TREE”
LMAO. I CANNOT STOP LAUGHING AT THE FACT THAT THIS SONG EXISTS!!!!
(via stevienyc)
I’ve only listened to half of this song but it is my favorite song of all time.
so inspired
no one sends me anything. the end.
p.s. please send me free things. i will lie to everyone and tell them i love it! i have no morals! i’m a great spokesperson!
@5 days ago with 2 notes
mentally, emotionally, physically exhausted. i tried to take a, “YAY HAPPY I’M GOING HOME!” picture, but you can see the tireds (and smeared makeup) all over my face. i look like hell.
this break couldn’t have come sooner. november was really rough for me in ways i can’t even put into words. right now, this 20 year old baby needs food, friends, family, my kitten, a bed that doesn’t deflate, suburbia, coffee dates, real food, to drive a car, access to a washer/dryer, carpet, a bathtub, grass, sams club, a vanity, and new jersey fun times.
