The best fake parents ever.

I miss you 116 and passing out at parties together at 9pm.

Whoever can tell me what this picture signifies wins a prize.

RIP

You were a great little cat. (Even though you hated me and cockblocked me while I was a teenager.) You will be missed.

It's been an awesome week of fantastic shoe shopping:





I am so excited.

It would be so awesome if a big pile of money just fell from the sky and hit me in the head right about now.

And a big bottle of Advil to get rid of this massive headache that I've suddenly obtained.

I just want to own my disco pants. They make my ass look good.

Floorsets a-coming. Woooohoo. Now it's time to fall into a routine of work and sleep. I honestly can't wait to hide out every week for the next month or two.

These are amazing:




And so is this:

New obsession.

I hate snow and the fact that I'm stuck in my house for 24 hours.

Happiness is what we all want

I want to own you, but I don't know if I can spend so much money on you:

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I need something new.

Or something old to be new again.

We are alone, the world is not our home,
we breathe the air, we care,
We feel the pain, we cannot explain,
there are no words to be heard.

Please let this weekend be full of best friends, beer, and burritos.

Oh my God.
I need March now.
Nothing but a weekend full of beers, food, dancing, the woods, and 20+ of my favorite people.
Ahdflsdfsgs.