You know, I think one of the worst feelings is finding out that you didn’t mean as much to someone as you thought you did, and you just feel stupid, and because you looked desperate, about caring too much.
When you go to a friend’s house to stay the night and get stuck with the scratchy blanket.
You know the one.
It’s made of wool.
It has satiny trim that tries to deceive you into thinking this will be a nice blanket experience.
But it’s not.
Every house has one.
It’s buried deep in the bowels of the linen closet, under some afghans and a comforter with the down coming out of it, but make no mistake.
The scratchy blanket is there.
And it waits.
Collecting these because no one understands their genius. They make me want to go to school.
my favorite one: That is Mahogany!
Ke$ha- Die young (Deconstructed)
okay guys, ke$ha is already great because she’s a parody artist, but.
has anyone listened to this?
it’s probably the most beautiful and sad pop song i’ve heard in a while.
this isn’t ke$ha, it’s kesha.
Character is what you do when nobody is looking.