I’m a 23 years old music school graduate, currently living in Brooklyn. Born in Wisconsin, lived in Beijing for 9 years of my childhood, have an unhealthy obsession of taking pictures of every moment of my life and putting them online (for some kind of subconscious validation), developing an insatiable appetite for performing and being successful with music, don't have an easy time keeping emotions to myself, I believe everyone is beautiful, boys with pretty eyes an innocent faces really get me, good food is a total weakness of mine, and I cry a lot. I care too much about things but sometimes have trouble showing it. As a result, I’m an asshole, but I think my blog is decent and hopefully you'll think so too. Just be sure you can handle someone else's opinions. That’s probably the best description of myself I can give.
(and in case you didnt pick up on it, my blog header is sarcasm)
As much of a ho as I am, I don’t like the idea of open relationships.
Thats why I’m staying single til I no longer have the desire to be a ho.
Lupita Nyong’o wins an Oscar for portraying a real life slave, and the first thing she did was thank Patsy for her inspiration.
Jared Leto wins an Oscar for portraying a trans woman, and doesn’t mention trans women at all.
I think the point makes itself.
He actually did thank the trans community but Tumblr is so desperate to hate him they are spreading false rumours about him being a rapist.
I think that speaks for itself.
Because I stan for talent, creativity, quality, and musical integrity in pop music.
"come cuddle. hehe"
no, because you’re hundreds of miles away, ive seen one picture of you, and i dont know your last name. or your first.
Almost consistently every time, if I go on record disliking something it will sooner or later said thing will begin to grow on me. Sometimes it takes a while (e.g. Gaga. And the rest was history.) but it almost always happens. Although “Glee” worked the other way around.
So I may or may not have downloaded “Let It Go” -_-
What about her? She was smart enough as a young adult to exploit her sexuality to make up for minimal vocal talent, and was smart enough to let her team produce everything she ever did to make up for minimal creativity. Though unfortunately she didn’t have the resources to create the proper safety net of good influences around her, which led to her breakdown. The direct result of being commoditized and objectified by her own team. A literal puppet that was seen as nothing more than dollar signs with tits, and never ever being held to a high standard of creativity or authenticity (things she could be proud of). She kinda sorta got back on track, allegedly taking an interest in producing her own music nowadays but she’s so far gone; she only exists as the symbolic shell of her former phenomenon self (which was barely there to begin with). Her fans don’t even expect greatness from her. They don’t even expect mediocrity. As long as she can stand and exhale she’ll have millions of fans happy to witness her presence. It’s really sad, I feel. A cautionary tale of stardom and mental health that barely anyone cares to talk about. Instead people just want to enable the behavior of treating these pop stars like goddesses for doing literally nothing interesting.
Do I like her music? Sure, of course. The same way I like sleeping in on the weekend, or like peanut butter M&M’s. But as an entertainer there’s nothing there, and as a person I just worry about her health.
This is perfect, Scott.
Britney stans, read.
I’m tempted to come up with some crazy made up story right now.
No, but really, we met my first semester in Berklee back in fall of 2009. We didn’t really hang out much our first year, but started playing in a band together at a gay club in Boston every month.
Regina Spektor // Samson
Damn, you musta been stalking hardcore.