bee, 21 years old, writer, journalism student, little monster, avengers fangirl, fanfiction writer, dreaming of new york city, in love with lady gaga and scarlett johansson. 27.02.10 † 08.09.12 † 08.12.13 † 21.10.14 † 23.10.14.
Family reunions be like


obscure relative:




"Luxury propels vanity into dangerous places."


what a girl wants…according to tumblr



I was born on Labor Day in 1998, my mom went into labor on labor day. Literally my entire life is a fucking pun.

My first thought when reading this was ‘the fuck is a 5 year old using the internet and swearing’ and then I realized it’s 2014 and I’m 23 and people born in 1998 are now 16 and I died a little inside.


i am bored of tumblr but at the same time i am addicted to tumblr 


honeymoon is an interesting term because an actual moon made of honey would imply space bees which is pretty horrifying




I really love the fact that for a few weeks every year Britain absolutely loses its shit over a bunch of people we’ve never seen before in our lives squatting in front of ovens and crying over the texture of cake I feel like it really brings us together in combined fear of soggy bottoms

I’m sorry, what? Can someone explain this to me?



if u ever need cheering up, remember that there are kittens in the world

and some of them are doing the tongue thing and some of them are curled up sleeping and some of them are rolling around playing with string and some of them are kneading people’s laps with their teeny tiny paddy paws

and most of them have soft fluffy triangle tails and all of them have bean toes

think of all the kittycats u have petted and how many more u may yet pet in the future and be happy