Jennifer Lawrence by Willy Vanderperre for Dior's Fall 2013 Campaign for Miss Dior Handbags
Jennifer Lawrence helps budding thieves identify their ideal target:
-not paying attention
-I mean it’s fricken red, come ON woman, those things cost like a year of college!!
Is it called Tumblr because you start at the top and tumble the entire way down the internet…?
If there aren’t any decent fan images of your two favourite characters, make thine own.
"I’m nobody’s baby, I’m everybody’s girl, I’m the…"
"Huh," I thought. "I can’t really distinguish whether it’s pure vanity or accuracy that makes me think that lyric was written for me. Seriously. That one line totally sums me up. I mean not written for me specifically, but damn. If that isn’t the closest to describing me… But maybe I’m just being vain. What a nice thing, if someone else thought so too."
We continued to drive.
"That line pretty much sums you up, doesn’t it, Miss Soph?" said Mum.
It sometimes amazes me when friends don’t know even the most basic facts about me.
Holy shit, you play piano??
Holy shit, you can sing??
Holy shit, you have siblings??
Holy shit, since when do you have a step-family??
Holy shit, there are tonnes of things I don’t know about you because you’re some kind of convenient resource who listens to me complain and never gets a chance to express themselves because the only side I really want to know is the side that has boundless patience for me??
Go fucking figure.
I sometimes wonder if the main bloggers I follow have a weekly convention where they discuss who’s been following them. I can imagine them saying something like,
"Sooo… this chick went through and liked EVERYTHING again.
All of it. Fashion, that adorable bunny, even a bit of porn. What even?”
"I know, right? She liked my architectural pic and like, five gifs. Jesus. Girls on a rampage."
"Probably avoiding uni homework."
"I wonder if she’s cool…"