lol you’re very sweet. xo

lol, oh Rachel, I love your stuff: “I mean, what even are adjectives, really?” 

Joe Scarborough has the weirdest head-size to facial feature-size ratio I’ve ever seen.

This has been me for almost the entirety of the day. This morning started out great: I picked out a pretty dress, wore new heels, spent time with my dogs before leaving early this morning, and the bus arrived early.

If Jeff Session prosecutes somebody for laughing at him, I should be on death row.

I sat next to JLo at Hamilton and she’s cool af. Casper even bought me a drink at intermission. She’s good in my book.

It seems to be that the older Anna Wintour gets, the more her bob is crowding out her face. It is, admittedly, preferable to getting wonky plastic surgery, but I feel like by the time she’s 75 she’s going to start looking like Sia.

She should cry, I’m awesome.

I have volunteered numerous times to help him get through it, but my words fall upon deaf ears/eyes.

It’s because Conde Nast doesn’t really have their finger on the pulse anymore. They believe that “Influencers” will buy the gravitas they had once upon a time. But by essentially forcing out ALT and making it “easier” for Grace Coddington to retire while using the same old antiquated “sittings” mold the magazine…

Are you kidding me? That was the ONLY good thing that happened in 2016. I feasted on the delicious schadenfreude for weeks. Whenever I’m sad, I think on Tom wearing the I heart T.S. wifebeater and I feel my soul bloom, my skin clear up and my heart grow three sizes.

If that were me, I’d be crying in a corner somewhere. Last week I lost a 50 euro bill (it fell out of my pocket at the gas station I think) and I was crabby all week.

like, this was my rent, which I just spent on this thing that’s not happening.

“Not sure what your problem with girls in native headdresses is”

“Not sure what your problem with girls in native headdresses is”

Music festivals are garbage. Amost every time, the acts you actually want to see are playing simultaneously, the sets are short and never as good as just seeing the act in a solo concert. They’re expensive. Port-a-Potties. Crush of humanity. Girls in native headdresses. $5 bottles of water. No thank you.

A bad opinion that is validated over and over again.

I find that I can’t even read complete transcripts of his interviews, it’s just incoherent babble throughout the whole thing.

I’d give anything, everything. to have a romantic partner who feels that way about me. I’ve never made it past three dates, so the idea that one person could see me and *KNOW* she wants to marry me, it just beyond conception.