all jeans matter, yeah yeah, you’ve been heard.
all jeans matter, yeah yeah, you’ve been heard.
Kiki in the afternoon
mllekiki
You went through the trouble of explaining yourself to an audience that didn’t even know they were missing out on your information to begin with, so . . .
You went through the trouble of explaining yourself to an audience that didn’t even know they were missing out on…
What the actual fuck is this even? It's like joke maternity photos making fun of people who take them too seriously except I'm pretty sure they're serious and I don't even know. I just can't.
don’t do this to us on a Monday morning
I cannot be the only one here who every now and again while sitting at home relaxing suddenly has the panic thought:
Look, just because Baz Luhrman can make you want to fuck him DOESN’T MEAN ANYTHING, THAT’S JUST THE CONTACT HIGH
More because he cracks me up
Boyfriend does this, tampered down from his original line “How you doin’?” Which I quickly killed. I sent him this post this ensued.
In my opinion and experience, that soft “Hey” is a gentle, tentative expression of the joy of discovering each other in this uniquely intimate way. I find it adorable and return it, as in the concluding paragraph here.
(Signed someone who has an awesome career and is single as fuck).
JUST THE SHOES. Just the goddamn shoes. Bring back all the chunky black shoes, the pilgrim buckles, the flatforms, the creepers, the boots. ALL OF THE SHOES!
The girl that got ghosted by the jackass that lied to her for like 2 years? Because, yes, I need to know how she is!
Hopefully she kicked his ass to the curb, is too busy to respond because she is snuggled underneath, or on top of, a new man with biceps like Pita Taufatofua and the stamina of an Olympic decathlete.
I know this looks super cheesy, and maybe it's just because I'm getting my period and I loved the guy from American Crime Story, but....I kinda wanna see this and secretly weep.