Destined to be lonely old me. Whoops-a-daisy! I thought I was happy.
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Destined to be lonely old me. Whoops-a-daisy! I thought I was happy.
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Outfit game was so A+ today that the creepy guy at the kebab cart outside Grand Central and his weird friend asked me to come home with them and “have some babies.” Oh, wait, that was actually terrible. But still.
Aww hi Pat you’re great. I’m terrible at these things but I’ll try.
BOOM. Thanks for the ask. That was fun.
i was seeing a personal trainer at the gym because i don’t know why and my dad doesn’t want to pay for it anymore (slash i would rather work out on my own anyway) so i had to “fire” her yesterday…right before our last session, awkwardly. so during the session she kept giving me passive-aggressive life advice:
“you could have all the money in the world, but you know what money can’t buy?”
“hm.”
“health. money can’t buy your health.”
“true.”
“i mean, look at steve jobs. richest guy in the world. where is he now? he’s DEAD!”
and i smiled and suppressed a laugh and in my head i thought, “if only doctors knew the sole cure to pancreatic cancer is personal training.”
During Finals Week I tend to send myself emails saying pretty much this. Haven’t yet moved up to leaving myself voicemails. Maybe next semester.
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one time we were talking about public vs private schools and mehnaz was very anti-private school so lauren (who had gone to private school) and i bombarded her wall with as many summer heights high public school-related gifs as possible. it was amazing.
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