It was cold, dark and stormy afternoon in the middle of California sometime in 2010. Our tour van was cruising down the freeway at roughly 70 mph and I had the idea…This shit would be a lot less depressing if we had a gang. BAM! That was the magic moment.
Let me back track….
Don’t wait for someone else to tell you that you’re beautiful to believe it. Fucking tell yourself. Do things because you want to, wear makeup if it makes you happy, wear whatever the fuck you want simply because you want to, indulge, and destroy anyone who tells you otherwise.
destroy anyone who tells you otherwise.
If I have a daughter, she is going to have the best confidence thanks to tumblr.
at my school there’s an english teacher and an american teacher and they always glare at each other and when they pass each other in the hallway the american teacher will say ‘good show governor’ or something and the english teacher will say ‘god bless the land of the free’ and both in terrible accents and like the whole school ships it
when i first read this i thought to myself, what school teaches american as a subject?