I like chicken.
like, seriously, there is no need to disect every act’s performance straight after their set, like, I KNOW I WAS FUCKING HERE IT LITERALLY HAPPENED MOMENTS AGO
don’t go to a music festival with music students/music snobs.
they like to talk like they know everything and it’s terribly irritating
all of my friends are out tonight and I’m babysitting three boys who won’t go to bed no matter how much I plead and I’m tired and I want to sleep and why are they such little shits
I’m so sick. oh good lord, help me. I’m dying.
a woman I used to work with saw me walking yesterday and told my mother this morning that I’ve lost a lot of weight.
Amy. 18. Irish.