VB. Wie Gehts. Wahnessa.
I need to find a way to put a pouch in this in a way that my mother won’t tell me off for having them at a family event.
Last night I walked home at 5 in the morning without my shoes and carrying my bra. Low point.
My friend Beeby says that the amount of One Direction on my blog is not representative of how much I talk about them at work. So here, Harry Styles is an adorable little shit.
(Source: styleszouis, via theboycanthelpit)
The only song I have listened to today is Sunday by Bloc Party. That’s uncool now right? Screw it. That song is romantic as fuck. Anyone who said they would love me when I’m hungover is a beautiful human since I tend to swing from incredibly loud and annoying to wanting everyone to leave me alone multiple time throughout the course of the day.
