so weird that we were both onstage for that, what a small world ~
make me want to die.
I was 10
I need to go to therapy about how much I dislike society. People make me sick. Like who the fuck invented the Double Down when obesity is at an all-time high in this country. Who the fuck thinks research should be wasted on Latisse so your eyelashes can grow longer when AIDS and cancer have yet to be cured? Who the fuck thinks it’s alright to hate someone for something that is 100% out of their control (aka race, gender, sexuality) and who the fuck thinks it’s cute to pretend they’re someone they’re not for the cool factor?
their love makes me happy and gives me hope.
cats are the best, they always put me in a good mood. team cats forever.
where the wild things are is my favorite movie and this is my favorite scene.
many more things, but those are a few to be named.
I’m not going to be a tacky fangirl and post a picture of some attractive celebrity. I have no “type” and no image of a “perfect guy” in my head. All I want is someone who loves me as much as I love them and shares my beliefs. Everything else is negotiable.
The only nickname I really have is Beff Queen and that’s been my main nickname since high school. Obviously Beff is just a silly way to say Beth (which is actually what people have been calling me my whole life because everyone in South Carolina is too lazy to annunciate the “th” sound) and Queen is because my last name is King. So there you go.
- End up happy.