Preem got that song from Full House stuck in my head, and now I am thinking of John Stamos as the sun rises over the mountains. I am also drunk. And the tumblr interface on my phone is very interesting right now. I love my friends. Here and in Fayetteville. Everywhere. My friends are everywhere and I love em. And also John Stamos, and beer, and Kalli’s hair, and this toast, and having no rules, and impromptu trips, and adventures, and people willing to drop everything and do cool slightly crazy shit with me, and boys who listen to me, and anyone who listens really, and the people of Asheville, and everywhere, and just the world I guess. The world is cool. The birds are chirping all around me and the world is great.
getting “bougie cracker” tattooed on my forehead
YOU DON’T OWE YOUR PARENTS ANYTHING
IT WAS THEIR CHOICE TO HAVE, KEEP AND RAISE YOU BUT IT WASN’T YOUR CHOICE TO BE THEIR CHILD
ANY EXPECTATIONS OR IDEALS THEY TRY AND ENFORCE ON YOU ARE BULLSHIT IF YOU DO NOT AGREE WITH THEM
THEY SHOULD ACCEPT THEIR CHILD AS THEY ARE NOT JUDGE THEM ON A MINOR DETAIL THAT DOESN’T AFFECT THEIR LIFE
DO NOT FEEL BAD IF YOU AREN’T THE PERFECT CHILD YOUR PARENTS THINK YOU SHOULD BE
Celia Becker @ Elle, Sweden, March 2013
On set, Alfred Hitchcock would always refer to Anthony Perkins as “Master Bates”.
what the fuck
exactly my thoughts haha, what a creep
What sickness did I defend? and don’t call me baby ya creep