high heels off, i’m feelin alive
manic pixie dream girls are Tha Bomb. power to them. half of my best friends are mpdgs. the only shitty thing about fictional mpdgs is the dudes who use them for their own boring dude gain. mpdg supremacy now
i’m going to suspend this from the ceiling like a wind chime so i don’t have to choose between jennette mccurdy and zayn malik
i automatically frowned at someone who gave me a weird look on the street but then i realised that i was crouched down outside in ripped snowflake pajama pants and a pride t-shirt with bright green headphones taking up half of my head, balancing a laptop on one knee and steadying a microphone pointed directly at the lawn with the other, apparently VERY intent on listening in on some worm convos, if my focused facial expression was anything to go by, so in the end i am in the wrong here and i am sorry for being aggressive towards an innocent and justifiably confused passer-by. in my defense, art. Art!!!!!
*publicly acknowledges this in an aggressive manner*
for some reason i immediately thought “SUMMER BUCKET LIST: SEVERAL FRIENDS ON BATHROOM FLOOR IN BAR WITH OUR DRINKS TALKING ABOUT FEELINGS OR SMTH” and i’m currently feelin’ as though if i just stretch this downward spiral out for couple more months i can definitely be the catalyst of the achievement of this
my commitment to this look has nothing 2 do w lack of motivation
When it’s good, it’s so good.
my main goal as a musician is that sometime in the future a fourteen or fifteen year old girl will come up to me after a show and breathlessly say “all of my friends hate your music but this one song of yours perfectly describes my otp so i had to come see you play” and maybe she’ll like give me the url of her fanfiction blog or a print-out of a graphic with fourteen different photoshop brushes and some of my lyrics in a curvy handwriting font over it or something